tis a charecter of a book that I was thinking about writing... he was supposed to be a very tough, pestimistic, country born, cattle raising guy that moved with this guy to the city because (since the guy had saved his sister's life) he had vowed to one day return the favor.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
For you, I'd go to hell, For you, I'd sell my soul, What would you do for me?
People judge one by the way they died. When one takes their own life, they say that that person was weak, or stupid, or too dramatic. But they never understand that one dies because they can't see past now, they don't have a future to look forward to. After all, who wants to be haunted with terrible memories for the rest of their lives?
I don't care what you say about me, I am me and nothing will ever change that! I am loud and I am proud. Mess with my friends/family, and be prepared to face the consequence! I may be loyal to a fool, but they that person is MY fool!