...was to belong somewhere.
Truth.
I wonder now of days why so many people hurt so many other people. There is no real respect anymore. There is nothing legit at all anymore. It makes me really sad, I never really cared if I was ever accepted, but I suppose at the moment I do. I don't have a place to go anymore. I have friends to die for, but so few who would die for me. I feel equalibrium is nonexistant thus far. There is the few, and hopefully the proud who would die for me, and I would die for then. But there is millions of people who can't find it, because they can't do it themselves. It's really sad, and it horrifies me. When I die, I want to see the world in a better place. But I'm starting to think we're all going to die and nothing is going to be fine. I can't trust people anymore, and I feel a deep anger inside my soul. The world is dying, so fast. And I feel that I'm so alone and so brief with my true comrads.
Ignorance is bliss, and bliss is what we have all taken, and sacrificed life itself.
