"What the fuck is wrong with you, people?"

I thought that the wall I had built around me was thick enough but there are leaks through which misery and suffering pour on my naked heart. Misfortune doesn't have to be attached to a familiar face to affect me. Anonymous suffering is still suffering and as long as it is out there my heart won't find peace. It kills me to know this world has all the resourses needed to be fair and happy but it fails simply because it doesn't want to bother. The wisdom to accept what I can not change is no comfort.