Over & Out

The night was alright. Sad and melancholic, but alright. Nice, even.

I just wish that I wasn't afraid of the world. That I wasn't scared of humanity. That is the problem. The big problem. People hurt you. They always will. And I guess I need some kind of armour, but not this one. But I need something now. I need to take care of myself, to protect myself. I need something. I just need to understand it for what it is, I guess.

I just wish that it somehow was a part of me.

I just wish that I could see the good in humanity also.

And I wish I just wouldn't care. I wish I wouldn't judge myself according to others. That I didn't care. Or at least, didn't care so much.

I hate it. I. Hate. It.

But it's OK. I got to escape a bit. I got to let it out a bit.