From the Archive, Apparently from a Scorned Women, Dated June 27, 2016

I have long since come to the conclusion that some people just love misery. They let the darkness wrap its arms around them and they call it home. It's where they find solace, because it's familiar, easy, comfortable. Was that you? Do you feel at home in utter misery? Because you are so damn good at creating your own. If you saw the destruction that you caused when your actions became self-seeking and hellacious, and you're hell-bent on destroying your own life, would you hesitate? If you saw the nights your mom stayed up sobbing about you, the times she lost sleep worrying about your safety, the times your girlfriend sat there for hours scared to move, scared to think about where you were or what you were doing. The rage that you have caused to flow threw your sister. Do you ever stay up and feel all the hurt you've caused? Is that why you drink? Is that why you can't look at yourself? Or, is it something deeper? Something we can't see? How much would it take for you to fight the darkness, try to make a life, something good and substantial. What is worth it to you?