why? why is this always the case for some of us? Why can't we just figure it out and learn to be mean, like others? Like billions of others? Do some of us just not have it in us to hurt others? Why does it always have to be this way, that when we do something good for someone else; instead of returning the favor, or even just not returning anything to us, they come back to stab us?
Why did god send me here with a heart made of glass, and then proceeded to surround me with people who throw stones at it? These are questions that will haunt me to eternity. Even when I die, my soul will seek answers.
Or maybe, my inherent goodness will overpower any trace of negativity or bad feelings of those around me. Then, my soul will rest in peace.
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