There is just some things I don't speak of. There isn't a way out of darkness. You've just got to light a match, sometimes you run out of matches or cross a dud. I am not saying I can't handle life alone because I know I can. But I don't want too. I use to believe if I seem like I'm the toughest man around I use to believe I was untouchable. But I was never afraid of losing a fight, I was afraid of causing harm to someone who doesn't deserve to be harmed no matter how rude the person is. We're all just trying to get by, and that's all we can do is try. I was a liar, a cheater, I use to fight, drink, etc. But I was trying to feel something different or find a temporary escape. Always was afraid. Something bothers me, I find the positives or make the best out of it. Sometimes I wish I didn't feel a **** thing. Always was harming myself because it was a challenge to feel a different kind of pain. Flesh heals, bones heal. But feelings do not. I'd much rather take physical pain anyday rather than to suffer in silence.