I Must Not End This Story With a Happy Ending

I must not end this story with a happy ending as many stories that are written for money; I have come to the conclusion that I must not end this story and enhance it with allusion! My story began two summers ago when the enchanting blueness of the August sky was as vast as the serene sea below; in November leaves change colors bringing shivers down my spine, I started to show some sadness, yes, it announced its imminent and final goodbye! I must not end this story with a happy ending to please none other than me, because it's a real victory being fair and exposing any truth that the writer may omit for monetary gains, or for a conviction, he thinks it's plausible and self-explanatory; never conceal your guilt through fear, and protect it from inner threats... when conscience reverts to anger! I led a very obscure existence, shunning gestures of amicability, not trusting in their sincere intent; I went in the opposite direction instead of embracing their trust; my train derailed and went off its tracks, I found myself alone and hurt nullifying my invincibility as that man who knocked down walls and intimidated minds... all in all, it lessened my confidence in strength and refusing to hear woeful sounds of reprimanding and utter shame... nobody heard my lamentations, I felt so lame and fragile while my convictions became opinions that meant little or nothing! I must not end this story with a happy ending to meet the requirements dictated by a distorted society that praises thugs and villains, and despises the virtues of heroes; I must not end this story and be acclaimed for my infamy that will restrict the joy of living!