I would love to think people are sugar and creme. That they don't take advantage of each other, but they do. The career path of hermitage is so appealing when those people come along. I wish the world was all sunshine and flowers. I wish the moon was made out of cheese. I wish I were a fish, that way some one could eat me, put me out of my misery all the while nourishing their body.
*Uuuuuggggggggggghhhhhh*
On a brighter note, the sun will always rise again, and hopefully we wake up on the right side of the bed.