My tale is one of sickening stupidity, easily preventable by all but me, the most foolish of all humans. It documents a spectacular car crash. I have never made a right turn on the winding, complex road of life. Every turn that I take has led me into thorns and brambles. I always end up on the edge of a great precipice, looking out into the deep, consuming darkness. Only I can pull myself away from the horrifying Chasm. The hundred times that I have saved myself have been for naught. My choices, however outwardly wise, have led me again and again to the Dark Chasm that haunts my dreams and stalks my life. The hundreds of terrible decisions that I seem incapable of preventing, could be a pitiable story, if they weren’t all traceable to poor choices made by me. Choices made in bouts of emotion, clouded by my loneliness, frustration, anger, sadness, and stupidity. My dream is to be unswayed by the basic human emotions that affect us all. My goal will be to turn my life around and straighten the twisted dirt road into a paved, clear interstate, far away from the Dark Chasm. The Dark Chasm is not black, nor dark blue. It is the epitome of unforgiving, unwavering darkness. Ever consuming, ever expanding, made of sorrows, regrets, misery, and foolishness, the mistakes of my tragic life, which outnumber the stars in the sky. It contracts, only to expand back further than I could’ve imagined. It is inescapable lying in wait behind every wrong choice, watching me without eyes. It stares up at me, stripping me down to the most raw of human emotions. I am naked in front of the Dark Chasm, and I cannot hide or shield my deep secrets. It has no talons, fangs, or weapons to hurt me with, but nothing, no man or beast alive or dead has the ability to destroy me as the Chasm does.