Zane,
What does it mean to have a good life? The stories I've heard tell of love, of things, money and popularity. But the things I've seen strongly go against that.
Things aren't lasting. Sure they can be useful or even fun. But if your head's on the chopping block, they can't come to your rescue. They've no feelings to be saddened at your loss. Money is much the same. It is a need to purchase the necessities of course, but how much is enough? It's easy to let the want of things to overcome you, even for the best of men. Does money bring you joy? Do things uplift your life? Not from what I've seen.
I hear stories of the power of love and its ability to heal. I've loved before but all its gotten me are many more scars. Does love make your life better? I guess I wouldn't know.
To all that ask, I tell them my life is pain and hiding. To all who know, they'd say I had a bad life and for years, I agreed. I thought myself dead, hid and hurt. All I've wanted is death which has always evaded me. I now live in the nightmare I used to dream as a child.
But I've realized something; I'm feeling more then normal. So here's the truth I once knew as a child.
A good life isn't easy. A good life has work. Heck, sometimes a good life just hurts. I've found here the one thing I've been running from since I was ten-years-old, and that, my dear brother, is you.
-Kaiti
(Her family always calls her Kaiti, so that's why she signed it that way)
the last line is one I imagine her saying with heavy sarcasm, but without a hint of irony. She's weird like that.