H-… How do I even begin?

I guess we start from the beginning?




Okay, well… I like to be called Zack. I'm 25. What do I do for a living? I'm retired, actually. Early. There's not alot you need to know about that. I spend my time now going allover the country, not much else. Though, ignoring that I may seem like a quiet, reserved, and even timid man, I actually have been on the top of the world.

But I've also been at rock bottom.

Life can be really odd sometimes. I'm sure we all can relate somehow. One second it can hand you the world to take, and then a moment later it can beat you senseless. I've been fortunate to have amazing opportunities for as long as I could remember, and because of that, I always thought that life was a cakewalk. It was, actually. Of course, until my streak ended and left me for death. It cut me off.

It cut me off real cold.

For the first time in my life, I felt alone. A feeling so alien to me that it took me down very damn well. For the longest time now, I've tried to counter it with all I could, but it just never really worked anymore. Life, what was so sweet to me for as long as I could remember, just -poof- disappeared. So, little by little I decided to let it crumble in the least painful way possible. I didn't know when my final step would take place, or where it would happen-


Ehh.. I just knew that I was on my way down, that's all.





Then, something funny happened. I guess life decided to humor me a bit for old time sake?