I think it’s about time for a rant..
I hate people. I hate humanity. I am a hateful person, and yes… This does mean I hate myself as well. People are hypochritical, we all jump to conclusions, and we never expect to have to follow our own rules because everybody is always setting rules for us. We’re raised to believe everything is horrible, that we have to become who everybody wants us to become. But what if we just want to live until we die, and do whatever happens between now and then? Why do we have to become clones of our parents, grandparents and forefathers?
A note out to everybody who could read this, why do people sacrifice so easily, but when they’re sacrificed they just can’t fucking handle it? Why are there so fucking many people in this world that just throw everything away no matter what you try to do for them? Why are our actions always so menial in the eyes of those you tried to help? It really hurts to go unnoticed, especially when you help people few and far between.
On that note, we all make sacrifices and give up friends, and I’ve done it many many times, so I guess I shouldn’t be so bothered by it… One way or the other, I suppose I’m just reminded how it feels, since I always walk away as soon as I notice they’re looking to do the same. Humanity is cruel and we do what we have to, to survive and get along. The world is cruel. Deal with it. I wouldn’t know you in 5 years anyways.
