Last year was rough. I fell in that abyss and let that darkness swallow me whole. I had to claw my way out of the hole you dug for me. Thanks for that. I changed a lot during that time. I hope for the better, but I'm not really sure. You're twisted and cruel, always ready to drag me down to your level. It's pathetic. I'm pathetic. Sometimes when you visit, my fingers trace over the ink on my skin. "Breathe" reads the tattoo on my left forearm... yet the reminder escapes me when I truly need it. "We are never alone. We are all wolves howling to the same moon," are the words on my right one, but alone is all I ever feel when I take a good look around me. No one but you to keep me company. Let me repeat the mantra once more. Maybe this time it'll actually work.