The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through.

You'll never kill the light inside me.

Some situations just make you wish you'd never been born. Why do people even hate so much? What good does that do? Enough with the rhetorical questions. I don't have an answer either. All I know is there's things happening around that make me cringe. People uniting against others, trying to make their lives cease to exist. Sometimes not literally but in ways that compare to minds being taken apart. That's neither less brutal nor less effective. All it really is is less obvious. And I must say I'm even more afraid of these guys than of those who obviously try to harm others with clubs or guns or knives. There you go, another pessimistic, presumably depressing post. I'll make up for it some time.