He was the enemy. The chief of all enemies, if you want to know the truth. At least, that's how I viewed him.

It's funny how some friends come and go. What's funnier still, is how he never was ... My friend nor my enemy. I don't know how else to put it. It was all in my head. Man was I confused.

I never had anything like a friend in terms of the friendship that transpired from a few years of hell. It's like motivation I guess. Sometimes you find motivation, and other times motivation finds you.

Friendship is so rare, or so it seemed most my life. Sure, we'll call others friends, but then how quick a friend can turn into an enemy is what I've known nearly my entire life.

Enemies ... I would say they're a dime a dozen, but then that's a little more cliche than I care to be. Hell, truth be told ... There are no enemies until we make an enemy out of someone, or until someone makes an enemy out of us.

Anyway, I'm Satan and Satan is my enemy.

I'm not a bad guy, but then I am at the same time. I get more than just a little pissed. Think about a volcano and how they sit dormant for years on end, then how the lava starts rising up slowly. One small trigger and an explosive disaster follows. That's me. Yeah, I'm a little fucked up, but I'm not a bad guy.

I lived my life with nothing but love and care for those around me. I gave my all to all of them. Then one day it was like I never existed at all. I found myself alone in a world that didn't care.

Hell, that's only half of it. The world hated me. To this day I've...