I’ve come a long way from those humble beginnings. I’ve built up things better and stronger then they were before, the mortar for my foundation has the proper mixture this time.
I’m pushing myself to be stronger, better, more resilient, I’m looking for logic where none exists.
Life was this constant race, either I was running, or being chased — always on the go. I couldn’t sit still, I couldn’t stop. I needed alcohol to fuel myself; the more I burned, the more I needed.