Most people see the world their own way. Happy, sad, angry, or just plain out stupid. Some people are suicidal, messed up, insane, or just different. What ever way you look at it, we are all still the same. If someone dies, we cry. We get a gift, we feel loved. We get hurt, we feel pain. Now you think this is going to be a nice story about a lovely person who loves to live or a sad person who hates everyone. Well, it'll be both.
