It was not like everyone. It was strange. Now quiet, sometimes talkative. But seriously, sometimes stupid. Now soft, now cold. In a way all contradictory that nobody understood, but he knew it was all just a matter of humor, which was changing too fast. One who cares about silly things, but they no longer care about the priorities of life. Accustomed to living persons seeking temporary and that the secret to not cling. Strong, sensitive, polite and rude. It is those who suffer in silence and leaves many things to say out of pure fear. Malicious and innocent, which makes him one an idiot, and another one that makes him not sure what is right and wrong, respectively. He indulges in what easily is good. Using writing to lay out what he feels. A stubborn boy, hardly changes his mind, which makes ignorant sometimes.