I’m still alive. Believe it or not, I’m still fucking alive. 

Everything about me that used to exist is dead. I have killed my past, cut it into pieces, and sealed it inside a wall in the basement.

That is to say, I’ve grown up. I have moved along in life. I left the city. I left the loud music. And I left all of the narcotics behind.

I am still trying to get a grip on this new life. I am still struggling to remember why this is what I must do. But his face makes it all easier.