Most people have somebody who goes around reminding you about what they really think of you, right? Aside from the fact that I know guys who challenge the world with honesty until death, I got a side of me that’s tangled in sludge. A don’t let lies make me who I am, but I wouldn’t feel better about my actions today without the power of fading morals.

The world I live in has forced me to learn this: You can’t save everyone. What I understand about the world I live in is that: You can save more people without a real identity. Sadly, I’m no spy. At the very least, I do my part. I pay bills, I hunt, I work. Sometimes I eat. But then sometimes I do what I have to -to stay alive. Sometimes I do selfish stuff too like sleeping, but I know the rules…


I am human, but at least I know what my morals are.