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Joce-lyn
All I yearn, is for the love of someone, coupled with the love from my sibling and parents. And to me, true love is when one sees an imperfect person perfectly. Which is what I see in you. The degree of the love that I have for you, I will learn from my past mistakes and make myself better for you. Just you. Then again, maybe I'm never the one. I'm not perfect, nor am I good in any sense.
Actions never coincide with words, and thoughts never coincide with either. That is, if you ever get past the first sentence.
I hadn't seen it for quite a long time.
Imagine an old lady, scraping leftovers from plates in a coffeeshop into a plastic bag. It was for her dinner. Real maddening.
I had four measly dollars on me. That was all. I gave it all to her and prompted her to buy a dinner to satiate her hunger. Can you imagine such a sight? Fuck. Would anyone even have a kind heart to pass some money to her? No one, in the entire freaking coffeeshop, gave her a single cent. How heartless can you actually be to not give a dollar or two? And there you can sit, having a nice meal while some old lady has to take the table scraps for dinner right beside you. Where is the love for your fellow man, or woman in this case? How hard is it to even earn a dollar? And can you even find it within your own heart to give some away?
I then witnessed something else. Two young ladies sat down at a table nearby, one with long hair and another cut extremely short. When the old lady approached them selling three tissue packs for a dollar, the long haired lady gave the old lady a real dirty look while her friend paid up. WHAT THE FUCK! Who the fuck do you think you are to think that you are above her in anything? You may be young and may have a degree backing you, but you have completely no stature in being a human with a heart at all.
Heartless. I do not wish ill on others, but on you, I sincerely hope that you burn in Hell. The burn of eternity. And then I pondered. Giving her the four dollars was a nice gesture. But then again, if it was anywhere within my power, I would have given her a stable job and a proper roof to stay under. And there I was, raging at myself for being so inept. If only I could change the world in my own little way. It is not being generous. It is just helping out someone who is in dire need of help.
I really wonder what humans are capable of. Are their hearts constructed of stone so as not to make them feel for others in sorry plight? Have you no comapssion? Damn the world. Damn it. These are the things that I see that make me question humanity.
To. Hell. With. You. Heartless. Beings.
Imagine an old lady, scraping leftovers from plates in a coffeeshop into a plastic bag. It was for her dinner. Real maddening.
I had four measly dollars on me. That was all. I gave it all to her and prompted her to buy a dinner to satiate her hunger. Can you imagine such a sight? Fuck. Would anyone even have a kind heart to pass some money to her? No one, in the entire freaking coffeeshop, gave her a single cent. How heartless can you actually be to not give a dollar or two? And there you can sit, having a nice meal while some old lady has to take the table scraps for dinner right beside you. Where is the love for your fellow man, or woman in this case? How hard is it to even earn a dollar? And can you even find it within your own heart to give some away?
I then witnessed something else. Two young ladies sat down at a table nearby, one with long hair and another cut extremely short. When the old lady approached them selling three tissue packs for a dollar, the long haired lady gave the old lady a real dirty look while her friend paid up. WHAT THE FUCK! Who the fuck do you think you are to think that you are above her in anything? You may be young and may have a degree backing you, but you have completely no stature in being a human with a heart at all.
Heartless. I do not wish ill on others, but on you, I sincerely hope that you burn in Hell. The burn of eternity. And then I pondered. Giving her the four dollars was a nice gesture. But then again, if it was anywhere within my power, I would have given her a stable job and a proper roof to stay under. And there I was, raging at myself for being so inept. If only I could change the world in my own little way. It is not being generous. It is just helping out someone who is in dire need of help.
I really wonder what humans are capable of. Are their hearts constructed of stone so as not to make them feel for others in sorry plight? Have you no comapssion? Damn the world. Damn it. These are the things that I see that make me question humanity.
To. Hell. With. You. Heartless. Beings.
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