If you ask me, all people are assholes. The best ones always die. Everyone else is self-centered. If you're gonna ask why I think like that, it's quite simple. In my short 16 years of life, no one showed love for me. The two people who did, my loving mother and my adoring big sister Bianca, both died. As I said, the best ones always die. My father is rarely around for me, and when he is here, he always disregards me. I grew up alone in the bustling streets of Queens, NYC learning that I would never matter. Not to anyone. I taught myself that love isn't necessary in this world. That you don't need love to survive. I learned that only I matter to me, that no one else cares. I grew up un-loved and un-loving, so I'll die alone, too. Un-Loved, Un-Loving. ~Nico Di Angelo~ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I believe that one day, everyone finds that someone that meant so much to them. Their whole world. Their other half. The person who makes them complete. At that moment your whole life becomes brighter. Suddenly, everything in life becomes brighter. I believe that until we find this someone who is so special and important to us, we will be un-loved and un-loving. But I promise, that when I find my other half, I will teach them what it means to never be un-loved, un-loving. ~Percy Jackson
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