When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed, hate is the only feeling that makes sense.
But I know what hate does to a man: tears him apart; turns him into something he's not. (Something he promised himself he'd never become.)
That's what I need to tell you, to let you know how hard I'm trying not to cave under the weight of all the awful things I feel in my heart.
Sometimes my life feels like a deadly balancing act. (What I feel slamming up against what I should do.)
Impulsive reactions racing to solutions miles ahead of my brain.
When I look at my day, I realize that most of it was spent cleaning up the damage of the day before.
In that life I have no future, all I have is distraction and remorse.
I buried my best friend 3 days ago.
As cliché as this sounds, I left a part of me in that box.
A part I barely knew; a part I'll never see again.
Everyday is a new box, boys.
You open it.
You take a look at what's inside. You're the one who determines if it's a gift or a coffin.”
-Sons of Anarchy (Jax Teller)