If in doubt, take inspiration from a Black Flag song…
There are some people out there who swim in shit and try and drag you to their level, I should know, I used to be one, back in the bad old days: so full of hate, anger and loathing for everyone and everything. I hated myself so thrust that hate into the face of others and tried to drag them down to my level: base, primitive and violent.
I smashed up everything around me because I couldn’t stand to see stuff that wasn’t as broken as I was, what a disgusting idiot, subhuman and substandard. It’s addictive to be destructive, self-centred, selfish, and self-mythologising; to this day I find it hard to rise above when someone or something offers me the chance to sink low but what can be gained from it? Nothing. Nothing at all.
I used to pretend that I had nothing to lose; I was deluding myself because it was easier to pretend no one cared than take responsibility for myself, my actions and the feelings of those people that cared about me.
I don’t give a fuck if I sound like Oprah Winfrey, you’ve got to take your own life in your hands and make it something better. And that’s what keeps me going whenever I feel like sinking, I never want to utter those words again: “I became this because of you.”