Someone did the mistakes you avoided... It was her.
This isn't a moral tale. This isn't a warning.
This is my story.
This is my glory and my tragedy and my legacy. You might even decide to follow the same path. You might slip in to it as I did, without noticing. That is your choice, or your accident. I won't say I regret it though- there's no room for second guessing or doubt in my life, what little is left of it; I shall die as I lived.
I probably wouldn't like you, if I met you, and I'm glad I never will.
So... I don't expect you to like me, and I don't want you to pity me. I'm not looking from anything from you; if I want something I'll take it, as I always did, because I don't believe in luck. I make my own, and I made myself this way.