Burning in a hopeless dream...

You know my nickname, and very obscure parts of my story shrouded in quotes, songs and incoherent ramblings. How the fuck am I still here? Especially during times like these, when it feels like everything has forsaken me. When I rummage over the hows and whys and watch my faith go dry. There was no chance given to explain, to change, to convince, to know better. Just a bang, a reckless decision and my path was completely altered. My mind is busted, life screwed, never the same. And now I know that I have done a terrible thing: I have postulated the basic building blocks of the universe, taunted it with my perception of invincibility, and then spat out to be left for dead. I am done. For to get what I once had, I must do what I once did. And that is impossible. I am done.