not true.
I lived most my early life in the darkness. it almost consumed me when I attempted to take my life. know what saved me?
spite.
when people put me down, I proved them wrong out of spite. I stomped them into the ground as violently as I could (metaphorically).
when I put myself down I punished myself, out of spite. tell myself I can't run this mile? run until I want to die. think I can't complete this task before the deadline? don't stop until it's done. that means no food, water, sleep, or relief until it's done.
I am a hate-filled spite powered machine that will only stop if I'm dead or unconscious. never had hope for the future, never had a positive thought towards the future. I just want to "swing my sword" and test my mettle.