cumslutforharry
Life is like a shredder. It tears you piece by piece until you're just like the other suckers; dead. So what's the point? All the other decisions every choice you've ever made, at the end of the day you'll be 6 feet under no matter what you chose to do. So why is it so important to make them? If I help people to continue to live and get attached and close to one another just for them to leave each other in pain? I want to help people, and change their lives but then I remember that they'll end up dead anyways, so why save them? Am I really the hero or would that make me a monster? I'm afraid I'll understand but I honestly don't care to. Every story always starts off with a hero and a villain and I'm still not sure which one I am. - Everly