Character: Harper Maverick

We live in a crucial time!

We can't give up in the beginning. We have to see the end, we owe it ourselves to win, like freedom and your real life is what was taken from us.

His eyes always lit up when he came to the area. He found his place in the world itself, and knew that he needed to do. He was not afraid and, especially, never doubted that, compared with the current me.

What kind of an idealistic, brave, the chosen people, is it? This is bullshit! The people who command and he koritsa; which humiliate, and he takes it for granted; which sees real-life, interrupted below the poverty line and continues to put up with it... the Government convinces people that they should exist that way. Power by all means to impose their false ideals, and those who believe that the purpose of life. Still no one openly doubted. And those who decided to speak about problems, to oppose, allows the people to ujediniti against the other, reasonable opinions. The people watching the murder of those who bravely and despair of many others. And I don't know if I want to, as before, to help everyone escape from the clutches of the government. And if they want to be free...

The more control and power, the more resistance. But it's not for the people. The more they control and intimidate, the more they like it and the more they want to be ruled. And the more lies - the harder they believe in imposed illusion. And the more they want to hear them.

I'm not one of those people who live with illusions. Maybe I'm braver than some, because I live a reality, no matter how horrible it was?

I have more than once occurred, engulfing the feeling to run away, but I always told myself that I will have plenty of opportunities to do it. And now that I have no chance, I think you need to escape sooner, without any hesitation or doubt. And it turns out that even the craziest idea must be embodied in that moment when she came, otherwise, postponing it for later, we all break up with her.

He's the only one I have left, and the only one I loved, but never told him about it. I hope he felt my affection, unspoken gratitude for their support and time spent on me. And for infinite patience, which he wisely showed every time I managed to drag him into trouble. I'm so sorry I didn't tell him that you love him when you had the chance.

Pain makes a person stronger, teaches us to win myself, but at the same time weakening him.

We don't know our true abilities until you find yourself in despair.

So how people. He will suffer, be silent and to hope, after all, resent too tedious. Much easier to accept and do nothing.

From any situation there is a way, just not all find it. And some don't even try to find him.

Once I'd resigned to his tragic fate, but, with the appointed purpose and someone to live for, I can't just give up. I'm not sure that dying will be able to prove something and change, but forcing myself to fight, I certainly will be able to convey that there's something I can do and I'm not easy to break.

Pain is just a temporary feeling, it passes and is forgotten, so I should forget about her now to do what I really need.