Its nights like these, when i’m completely by myself where I really get the time to think. Where I can try to understand how other people choose to live their lives differently than I do. How people can live with such hate and disgust in their life. What is the point in getting up everyday if you’re going to be ungrateful. Just the fact that you’re waking up in the morning is a huge blessing, a blessing that not everyone has. So to see someone live their life so carelessly and not be able to see the beautiful things that life has to offer is utterly sad to me. I’ll never understand it.