reflect on life as an overrated, torturous prospect. I really don’t believe society realizes how cruel we are capable of being, and almost always are. I admire the people that spare their food to the suffering whilst leaving themselves starving; and I hate how singular those people are to find. I loathe waking each morning to find myself miserable that I have to endure reality; and I am horrified at how the bulk of humanity is thinking the exact same thing. It’s highly unjust that we are living and breathing in the twenty-first century yet there are millions of individuals persisting in third world countries with life expectancies of less than fifty. I spite the pain of feeling alone; although I am surrounded by a population I consider my ‘friends;’ but if truth be told, I don’t know the meaning of the term anymore. The thought of us as intelligent, civilized living beings, deliberately harming, and crumbling and tearing the hopes and trust of our loved ones relentlessly, literally kills me. I have put an infinite amount of faith and trust in so many of you solely to have it shattered and thrown back in my face, that trust to me doesn’t exist to any further extent; which could possibly be the motive that I cannot perceive life as pure bliss and ecstasy anymore; I’m sorry, no one can change that. Disappointment is perpetual.