And she realized people didn't have to be unhappy, but before she could tell anyone, the world ended.

I haven't blogged since sometime like July, but for some reason, today made me want to pick up the old keyboard again. I deleted my next most recent post, because it sucked, so why leave that out there?

Since my previous period of regular posting, I'd say I've changed a lot. I feel like there isn't anything but cynicism in my future. The more I learn about the world, the more I feel like nobody understands anything, and people just want to control and abuse each other. People are too different from each other, fundamentally, to be able to reconcile anything on a large scale. The situation in the US is probably at least as good as anywhere in the world, but it's still inundated with corruption and idiocy. I gain more and more respect for people like the founding fathers; they foresaw so many problems with the country, and they managed to build something that would last, at least for a little while. Now the country is so consumed by the political parties, misinformation, and a general apathy about life that it hurts me.

I have to avert my eyes, because otherwise I could never be happy.

When people find something that makes them happy, they need to sieze on it. Who knows when that will happen again? Everything is so fragile.

But for the most part, people get by. They manage not to despair.

Sometimes light just feels artificial, and you wonder why it's there at all.

Just let it get dark.