People are mad. Fighting. Killing eachother. Starving. Stabbing. Crying. Hugging.
A few minutes ago some guy was outside in the street staring up at the sky and screaming an unintelligible babble of cuss words. He is crazy, dirty, homeless, and probably on drugs.
The sad thing? I identified with him completely at that moment.
Sometimes I'm tired of helping people. Tired of offering comforting words or giving or smiling. Tired of doing what I'm told and being a decent citizen and not stealing or killing or standing out too much.
Sometimes I want to drop everything I'm doing, tell it to go screw itself, and go outside and cuss out the sky.