After those five eternal years passed I finally came out of that long depression. I was happy with only a few mental breaks every several months, it didn’t happen often so I didn’t think it was worth any notice.

About the time I hit high school I had adjusted quite well. Everything had leveled out quite nicely, I was 6’0 well enough built with sandy brown hair and hazel eyes, I’d made friends not close friends , but friends all the same. I thought I was fine, yet every now and again deep down I realized I wasn’t, even the people I cared about like Sarai one of my friends whom I admit I might’ve liked a bit, had no inkling of who I really was in the end I was just existing someone who didn’t care what happened to them it just didn’t matter. Just listing through life that’s how I spent years, until one day, my senior year, I was drafted. I had no feelings towards this nothing mattered, the training was tough and sometimes very painful, but at least I finally had the opportunity I may finally find some peace in death an exit.