april 18th, 2009.

he walks through the crowd. red shirt. dark wash designer jeans. short brown hair. piercing green eyes. you think you could read him so easily - but he's more than just a whitened smile and cookie cutter looks. he's got an allure most guys would kill for and most girls drool over. you'd never guess but he pays no attention to that stuff. another wink is just another wink. he's got the world at his fingertips but he couldn't care less. he's been through a world of pain that you can't even imagine - in fact, don't even try. he's mostly quiet but once in a while he'll speak his mind through pained, thought-provoking sighs. he'd probably be one of the chosen few the would change the world. maybe so, maybe so but we'll never know. a bullet to his head became his fate the day he realized, "the view through designer sunglasses doesn't change the fact that the world is shit."