I look at the stars on a vastly snowy night. I think my thoughts in my head. If I use them to my gain something can come out of it. I’ll show them. I’ll show them what it means to be alone. To be afraid. To know nothing in a world that knows everything. I’ll show them. Ill plan my revenge in the basement of my mind. These thoughts of mine will surface with good old time. When I allow them to. When someone forces me to. When I know I have to. Nothing will stop them. Massive chaos and nothing can hold them back. Restrain them from what they were made to do. I can make it through this world on my own. All I need is my best friend “Pencil” and her brother “Piece of Paper”