Zorba the Hutt (zorbathut) wrote,
Zorba the Hutt
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why is there so much pain in the world?

it seems that wherever I turn, there's someone else falling apart, someone else whose life is in pieces. In the past two weeks (one week?) I've heard someone describe themselves as "broken" twice . . . different people. So many of the kindhearted and beautiful ones I know are in such constant emotional pain, are living their lives in a perpetual mental agony . . . and the cruel ones who cause this seem to spend their lives in happiness. Have you ever seen a bully cry?

No, not always - once I heard someone who did. And . . . for a day or two, he was one of the good people, he was Human. But he slid back to the point of least energy, and became mean again, and broke someone's heart yet again. For the second time? The third time?

How can I even start being concerned with myself when there are so many other people out there who don't have anyone to care about them? Because I do have friends . . . I have people who will tell me I'm doing a good job, that I'm a good person. But so many out there don't . . . so many out there go to a random person on the internet, because he seems nice and says he wants to help . . . and some of them are lucky enough to find someone honest, and some of them find a wolf in angel's clothing, who tears them apart and leaves them hurt and wounded worse than they were in the first place.

plain and simple, too many people don't care . . . too many people say "well, she deserved it" or "she shouldn't have trusted them in the first place", but, well, you have to trust someone, don't you? And in this world where you can't trust your own parents most of the time, you have to trust *someone* . . . and so many people don't know how to handle trust, don't know where to put it or how to deal with someone trusting them.

I wish I could do more than I can, plain and simple . . . no matter how much it is that I can do, I wish I could do more, because I cannot help everyone out there, it's simply impossible.

How many wonderful beautiful people will kill themselves as I sleep tonight?

And who will be the first person who slips through my fingers, no matter how hard I try to pull them up?

For all those out there in pain . . . those that I know, and those I don't . . . I care about you. Even if I don't know you. Even though it sounds strange, and perhaps a bit stalker-ish, but I really do care, and if someone's in pain, I'm willing to help if I can.
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