Sense of comfort and security that delude you into happiness can be so easily rattled it makes me think twice about having them in the first place. I've been content with things for a while now. I've been enjoying life and the ride. The ups and downs of the hills were good.
You get used to that bullshit and feel secure in it. It's probably worse that you get settled into that feeling because when it's so abruptly torn away from you, you're left dumbfounded and feeling like a complete moron. Moron because you feel incredibly foolish for believing in the good of people. People are only good on the outside; what they really are are bastard coated bastards with bastard filling. Given enough of an excuse to attain personal gain they'll do stupid ass shit.

That's it for now. Not going to edit it, spell check it, or try to phrase it better (more accurately)... it's out as I thought it.


I don't think I really feel this way ... just at the moment I do.