What's that word again?

It took too long to realise my story wasnt's like M's. The added drama, lies, the night, the birthmark...stuff. The truth is it all comes down to one word: life. It's a bitch (and M knows it). M's an awkward, kinky and odd person. Like me. The only difference is that she climbed the whole mountain. There was no avalanche in the mountain she climbed (just a bit of cold, wet and overrated snow) and it really wasn't that high. The mountain I'm climbing has too many obstacles. There's always something that keeps me from getting further. A few weeks ago I fought a polar bear. Yeasterday I got stuck inside a cave and had to dig the snow with my bare hands to find a way out. Everyday I struggle for food. I'm sure M would say she knows what I'm talking about, but she doesn't. She's now probably laying on a mountain top. Not my mountain. She's safe now. M did it and I'm proud of her. The top of her mountain is just fine. Not perfect, but people don't find that...or do they? I can watch M from above, I'm now higher than her, but I still have a long way to go. She can't hear me now. What would I tell her if she could? Probably nothing. What I'm sure about is that when I get to my mountain top, I'll be on the top of the world. I will reach higher than anyone else. The fact that I know I'll probalby get there is comforting. For now, I just have to find a shelter and sleep. Wake up. Survive. Sleep. Wake up. Survive. Sleep.