Why is it so hard for people to stop for a second and imagine themselves as other people? Theres so much suffering in this world.


「Seventh Plague」
No ones looking out for anyone. I used to care about others and love this world but then childhood's end came. It wasn't as sudden as I'd had initially believed it to be but at the time it was so overwelmimg. The hatred and anger i felt. It rotted my heart until a hole was all there was. I stopped believing in the good and others. The power of love and familial ties.
But after a year of this empty feeling, i came to realize that this was for the best. People don't care for others and never will. It would have hurt more to try and fool myself into believing otherwise.