A good person is not really a good person, sometimes he's worse to himself. Then, now. He is an outcast to the society, he rarely talk because he always thought. That if you eat and talk and hear a joke, for surely you will choke.
I'm Cade, seventeen years old. I'm out of school, you don't have to know the reason. I'm not your perfect person, so if you may.... you don't have to judge me, after all, we're not on court. The days are long when we anticipate something, short when we want it long, and dead when we get to remember how broken we are and somebody just makes it worse because they seem to feel they're the only ones... fighting a war. We don't have certificates but we are veterans on fighting our desire to end life and just give up. We are all warriors, you must remember that. If your days are counted or your future you doubted, stop the worries and the doubt. Aren't you contented feeling your presence now? the fact that you are breathing is more than enough to be happier and feel wiser than that devil who whispers..."come on, you've got a lot to do." Rest for a while and feel the wind touching your face, don't be too busy, you'll end up pissed off...easy.