Three years and five days ago, my life ended and a new began. I was diagnosed with t1d, nearly died from it, and since that I still have it. Had all the episodes of blind faith of healing it and deep depressions or foolish acceptance. In reality, deep down I hate what my life became since that. And all that hate just growth since. That day, at such condition at wich I shouldnt breathing already, I felt Him, signalling that I can go if I want to. I, the naive and foolish idiot I was, choosed to live. I had my choice, its too late. Now I stuck with this, a life I deeply despise. My Goddess told me shes proud of me, my family, even my old self would be, but me? I am not, and never will. I should have been able to heal this, or die with honor. I get denied from both.
“Out of life's school of war—what doesn't kill me, makes me stronger.”
“Have I been understood?—*Dionysus versus the crucified*.—“

