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I want to change, to be happy... Me to be happy. No, I don't think I can. But they can. They can fail, they can lose, but at least they do something. Destroyed, killed, end lives, and me who kills not because I want to but because I want to survive. Live. No. I lost my life a long time ago. I don't know why I live. Who cares about if I live or die? Why do I continue to survive? My presence, my essence, only brings tragedy, tears, lost lives. But now I find him and for some reason he thinks I am worth knowing. Can it be? Have I finally found someone for me...
