Once upon a time, The End. So my fairy-tale starts, a thing of twisted darkness, darkness so pure that it burns light. Who lives in the present when you can escape the injustice around you by living in the past? Reality is what you make of your mind, and mine lives in a place that no longer exists.

If I had been born with a badass personiality and no conscience, I would be the ideal criminal. As it is, I have a conscience and I couldn't knowingly commit a crime, not when to many have hit me. I know what its like, and its no fun for that one that got hit.

Simple words of praise can go a long way, give someone a compliment and you will acomplish in one minute what threats would make into a year. A friendly face is never amiss, someone could always use a smile, so help them out.