My Rant 1:

I don't know exactly what to say or write about in this. All I can say is that things in this world are wrong. Horribly, inexplicably wrong. People are such holes to one another. You think that they would be better, and understand more what with all this terror and suicide genocide going around but it's like they just don't care. They create their killer, they do all that is wrong, they make people want to die but get no punishment for what they do. They can walk off happily and not even remember what they had done to you, but you feel like you have just died. These people can move on with their lives and not even know what they have done, feel no remorse for doing it. And if and when they do get killed by what they have, themselves, created, you can tell they don't regret saying it, they regret saying it to your face. It's like most of the people that I have encountered throughout my short life. When you approach someone about this topic, they have their way of reacting. Some of them cry and say that they are sorry for what they have done, that they'll never do it again. But they don't care about it at all. They don't care about what they are doing, how they are acting. It just bothers me so much. So I am different, but there are reasons for that. It's just that they never want to know the reason, and why? Because they don't care. Because they don't want to know who you are and what you have been through. All they want is their 15 minutes of fame. Their time of glory, when they can laugh about what they are doing to you. It's sickening.

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in case you couldn't tell, it's not much of a poem.