July 8, 2009

• Life’s ups and downs have left me battle-scarred and world weary. I’ve fell into a slump of depression and because of it, there happens to be a lot of aggression built within me. Every single night at approximately midnight, I’ve been running the perimeter of Central Park at night. Part jogging, part sprinting, it’s a great way to clear my mind and move as fast as I possibly can. The park, the street, the night is all mine to myself. Some people would argue that it could be unsafe, but I’m a man, 6′ and 195 lbs. I don’t carry any money or cellphones on me. If anyone wants to kill me, go ahead, I drag you down to hell with me.

  Once again, I’m uncertain of where exactly life is taking me, but I’m not going to end it by my own hands. My only objective of the present time is to get stronger and faster. A madman, a berserker, a true animal is able to work oneself into such a rage that it can release the mental brakes and surpass all previously assumed capabilities. I don’t feel well, but I’ll make the best of things.

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