When I was younger, my first love was raped and killed in front of me one day. After that day only bad things happened to me. I had to start fighting to keep alive because people tried and still try to kill me. Every girl I've ever been with probably hates my damn guts, and none of my relationships last. I'm gonna give love one last shot with this girl Kayla, but after that I'm done. If it doesn't work out, I'll make sure I go out protecting someone because life is lacking the luster it once had. Really I just don't care anymore. All I do is hurt people in alot of ways and I'm done with it. It's too late for me to change my ways, so death is probably the best answer for me