its really intence to know about when someone is going to die. 16 months is such a small amout of time, and i dont know what to do with it.
the prossess of being “strong” is simply distanceing yourself.
locking the thing away from your being.
I have my mother’s irish skin
And my father’s Italian hair.
I have my mother’s height.
And my father’s eyebrows.
My mother’s side of the family, everyone cares deeply about others, all ways looking to help people, in any way possible.
My father’s side of the family, couldn’t care less about others. they only care about themselves, and their goals.
I got caught somewhere in the middle of this. where i care, so much for people, it brings me to hate them. i can never understand how people can be so cruel to each other. how people can be so selfish, that they will happily trample others, to get what they want. people disgust me, in the way that they can care so little about other living beings.
Killing animals for sport.
Crushing insects, because their lives are so miniscule to their own.
Murdering other human’s for money, in a time of "war"
The bad all ways out weighs the good.