I am bored and depressed and lonely and hungry, so bloody hungry. But I can't eat due to the inconsistency of reality. I can hear children crying in their beds, an as much as I want to sympathize with their pain, I can't. Because human nature tells you that your needs are top priority. You only live to help yourself live, you see. Humans are selfish, but being selfish isn't always such a bad thing, you just need to find the right balance between selfishness and empathy. The trouble is, once you edge slightly to the right or left, it becomes a war zone. Almost like politics, but then I suppose you're screwed no matter who you vote for.

Now I'm talking about politics. I must really be frustrated then.

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