looking away 03/03/2026

like most people, i'm not exactly happy with the state of things. i say like most people, but it's never as many as i think. that's just how i wish it was. a good amount of people i know ask me why i care so much. why i'm scared. why i don't just ignore it all. it's so miserable that people delude themselves into blocking out the fact that innocent people are dying, and that people in power, any sort of power, are usually the cause of it. i'm not saying that people can't be happy, i'm often happy, but i just don't know how they can turn a blind eye. the moment you prick your finger you start screaming, but someone's missing a hand and you don't even turn your head? people are desensitized. that's where they go wrong. how can you make things right if you don't care about what's happening to your own brothers? they won't even help people in their community. god forbid a homeless person exist on the same street as them, and praise god when they suddenly go missing. i just want things to get better for people. for everyone. i'm not sure if they can. i'd really like a cigarette, but i'm trying to quit. whatever