the past
give me a chance here to explain myself. my history; where i came from; the reason for my very existance on this pitiful planet. i won't burden you with the fine details, i myself don't want to dredge those memories up. it's pretty simple, my life, that is. i've done nothing to be proud of, nothing that will get me remembered to the end of time. nothing...
i was born on a dreary day of march to my single mother, a victim of sexual abuse. i have no recollection of my life prior to the age of ten and that, i am grateful for. i merely do not wish to remember anything like that - i have been told.

the present
i forget much of this, as well, in the high fog that shrouds my entire life; the lingering remains of heavily used narcotics. i'm not proud of my present situation and perhaps that is the reason i've traveled to this unknown metro: to wreak havoc on myself here...instead of at home. at this moment, i have no specific faculty to dubb a home. and, quite frankly, i don't want one. settling down isn't my style - not much is in fact. let me drown in my sorrows however i wish, leave me to my own things, back off...is it clear? i don't wish for company, nobody to thrust themselves into my life and ruin my coldness. no one...

the future
only God himself knows the pain and suffering that will eventually be forced upon me.