I want this to be a message to all of those that have come before me and those that will follow after. I love you, and I'm sorry for anything I've done to hurt you. I'm sorry I could never give you what you deserved. I'm just another soul, wandering through this cruel world, searching for a place to call home. I'm just like you. I'm just scraping for a hand to hold, for something to cling to when the demons cling to me and sometimes desperation is all I have. And yet, there's nothing about this that I would change. Because we are all so beautifully broken, like a poem with no structure. Our dissonances pair together to form unique harmonies, our souls blend together and it's almost as if the stories we've written together are ones that I've heard before. Somewhere in time, in a place that I can recall but can't quite remember. Because maybe I've been here before, or maybe I haven't. But I know someone out there has. And this, my friend, is for you. Whoever you are. I'd like to think I've changed for the better, but my reflection tells me differently, and I'm tired of lying to myself. So here I am: alive and living, dead and dying, breathing and suffocating; my darkest and lightest hour. What a wonderful place for you to finally find me. No regrets, no time for regrets. So when you have nothing left, when you have nowhere left to turn, and that cold wind calls you home, I'll be here. I promise. I promise.