A simple guy in a simple world full of not so simple issues and situations. Will this guy ever survive? Instead of cutting we should write, and that's what this guy has to remind himself everyday he wakes from his hard covered bed. He could waist his time trying to explain himself to others, but again that is just a complete waist of time more to the universe then himself. Maybe one day he will wake up and figure out that this was all a dream, that all the pain that he thought was from before was no more then the time eluding his thoughts.

He walks a road on his own and he has since we was the age of thought for himself, when he understood that he would have to feed in order to be fed. That is when he began to walk on his own in this simple world, full of simple rules. He abides by them through thick and thin until he has to break away from that path in order to survive. "We strive for survival, until we break away from abiding by the rules. That's the day we start to decay, and that day starts now for me."