So I continue smiling. At Ronan, not at Xander.
I flip off those who slowly broke me, who turned me into this pathetic shell of a person.
Those who took pleasure in igniting my breaking point and watched me as I fell.
Those who threw me under the bus instead of pulling me to safety.
Those who fed the fog and allowed it to rule my life.
I follow Ronan’s advice and give the world the middle finger.