From what you have gathered knowing me for this long... What do you think of me?
Who do you think I am?
Hero?
Villain?
Average?
Nobody?
Wanna-be?
What I feel I've become...
It's scary once that you realize you've become the very thing you have fought against.
A normal, quiet, average peon of society.
No longer a sword you wield, just your books and your bag and a mind full of empty dreams.
Some of the dreams are of a better time, a time where you felt full of life and memories that never fade, good memories. Now all that remains is a hollow shell and empty misery, a simplae shadow of a former self.
I've decided I won't live like this, living just to get though the day. I want to live DAMN IT. I don't want meaningless shit getting in my way. I will cast my emotions aside and do away with love. I will turn to STONE. I'm still writing my story, the 'Epic Story of Kevin'.
If an enemy appears in front of me, I will destroy it. I'm living for myself now, I want to change for the better however little you notice or not is merely a matter of how well you know me.