Everyone has a story. Some are long, while others are short. Sometimes the words get jumbled, mismatched, and ruined, thus creating utter confusion in the main character.
But after awhile, those words start changing. They start making sense and the character finds happiness. That happens in most stories; it's what makes the readers go "Awww. I'm happy for them." But you must remember it does not happen in all these stories. This...is not one of these stories.
Soon, he or she realizes that they wouldn't change a thing in their story. Their life.
Everyone has things that they regret, but that doesn't mean that they would change anything.
An example of this is Evan Peterson. He was an average man, alright...not so much.
Evan was a big kid. A kid at heart and would do anything to keep his childhood that was stolen from him. His childhood which disappeared at age six. The childhood he didn't have.
He was an outcast, a crazy man, a falsely accused man, yet he was one of the sweetest men in the world. No one saw that. All they saw was how he acted. What he wore. What he did. And they weren't the most normal things.
Before August 22nd, 2010---the day he met her---he was just a man often called insane. A man that was looked at like a sick minded man. Just a man trying to make his way into the world. Just a man looking for his inspiration.
Just a man.
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