My greatest sin against myself: letting—no, pushing—the light out of my life so I could grow and adapt to my darkness and misery and engender some better form of night-vision.
How did that turn out, Asa? Are you so much better the monster as a result? Or are you back to wallowing in despair and self-loathing? You're a pathetic collection of misery and self-fulfilling prophecy. But at least you're an honest idiot. Maybe that counts for something, somewhere.
