I hate life. It seems to have enjoyment in watching other people suffer, it loves to mess things up. It took away everything I had and everyone I loved. That’s why, I’m going to play the same game life is playing; I’m not going to bother living life to its fullest. Whatever happens, happens. There is nothing to lose anymore, which is why I now live life dangerously. But I feel as though I had made the wrong decision, because life went and took things one step further. Everything has become confusing. People try to manipulate my thoughts on life so that they become positive, however I do not want life to win this battle. I want to carry on showing life that I am fine being alone, because I’m a warrior, not a quitter. (I absolutely SUCK at writing descriptions, so if this was not good enough to make you click that ‘start reading’ button, then at least read the introduction in the following page. You would understand the story better and hopefully carry on reading it :P)