to look around at this world, at the people in it. To see how horrible it has all become, how truly selfish and disgusting people are. I look around in the hopes of finding proof that good exists that there is still love out there somewhere. But the more I look the less I find and the more depressed I become. This world is truly awful and everyday is a battle to not conform to not become as horrible as everything and everyone around me.
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Sometimes it’s a cycle. Depressed = mainly/only sees depressing things = more depressed. People do horrible things, but there are better parts that you’re probably unable to see at the moment.
Good can be found in ironic locations.
I totally agree with you. This world is becoming so corrupt now