My greatest fear is going back to who I was before. All of the growth, all of the progress, all the reflection, for nothing. A ticking time bomb; only a matter of time before I self destruct again. Before I ruin everything I touch, hurt everyone who cares about me. Back to jail or an early grave are the only inevitabilities.
Here, I’m depressed and lonely, but at least I’m not destroying anything or hurting anyone. Being in purgatory is damage control.