Ha, made you look. Now that you have entered this blog, you will not be able to stop reading it.

You know me, but I have forgotten you. For years, I have detached myself from this world, I have attempted to pursue a better life. I have mostly succeeded; a nice apartment, a well paying job, touring with a band, surrounded with many friends.
Wrong.
The nice apartment was not nice at all. After hosting one too many parties, drinking too much, and losing my crappy job, I struck downhill, and I struck hard. I was betrayed by my so-called "friends."
It has been almost a year, a year that I suffered my darkest day. A year ago, I went into exile. I left my crappy little apartment with all I could barely fit in my car. The rest of my things were stolen before I even left. And once again, I ran. I ran far away from that dreadful city, I ran far away from those toxic people. I used the last of my money to indulge in my addiction, and nearly died of an overdose.
Worst night of my life. Here I am trying to sleep, and I feel invisible forces pulling my arms, spinning me around, throwing me against the wall. I lay awake the next morning covered in vomit. I have stooped to an all-time low. It was about that time I stopped taking pity on myself, and unleash the anger I have held tightly in my heart for almost ten years, and focus it all on one person. This person will bear the burden of all who have wronged me for so long. But that had to wait until later, first things first, I have to pick myself out of the mud. I finished college, and on the edge of getting a great job in the aerospace industry. I will soon have a home, my old childhood house I have finally inherited. And I will be back on the top of the world. I have only a small handful of people I can count on; four, to be exact. My sister, her boyfriend (who is also a longtime friend and band member of mine), his roommate, and a Canadian. Me own mother has even abandoned me and my sister. While she has taken this divorce by the horns, partying in Oklahoma with her new boyfriend who is merely three years older than I am, we are moving between at least three homes. I have three beds, and one of them is a couch.

I am almost settled in with life, and I shall live on alone, and not allow anybody to hurt me anymore. But I have one more task before I land this new job, and this new home. I must find this man who betrayed me, and I must make him suffer as much as I did. I will hunt for him, I will beat him down, I will hit him where it hurts, and I will leave him barely alive, just like he left me. Unlike me, though, he will not have the strength to get back up.
It is ruthless of me. But I am tired of people walking all over me.

You are probably thinking to yourself, why this story? It is a sob story, COMMANDER. We don't need to hear it from you again. You are correct. But you read it, and there is a moral to this story. Don't let hatred overtake your heart, do not stoop to drugs and alcohol to escape. And most importantly, no matter how much life sucks, and it probably sucks more than mine does for some people, never give up. Get back on the horse.

Actually, this blog does contain tragic news...
I'm all out of chewing tobacco...