“The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.”—Unknown (via tanhu)
“But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.”—Haruki Murakami (via larmoyante)
You guys are literally the worst ever. Please, get out of her bed, and leave this place. You have a hotel room (also weird) and you can get internet there and just go.
I told you I cannot leave tonight. I do not want you here. You guys are gross and detestable. I know you’ve been together through a harrowing five whole months, and that’s fucking awesome but please. Be. Less. Lame. Stop Being Gross. Go away.
Really, that’s all I want. GO AWAY. It’s not like she’s left the room more than once this whole semester.
“I’ve really tried to understand the Israelis. I used to work on a farm in Israel. I speak Hebrew. I watch their news. All the time they talk about fear. How they have to run to their bunkers to hide from the rockets. How their children can’t sleep because of the sirens. This is not a good way for them to live. We Palestinians don’t talk about fear, we talk about death. Our rockets scare them; their rockets kill us. We have no bomb shelters, we have no sirens, we have nowhere we can take our children and keep them safe. They are scared. We are dying.”—Mohammed al-Khoudry a Palestinian farmer in Gaza. (via newsflick)
I have always been the type of person who believes everyone has good in them. Give anyone enough time, and they’ll do the right thing. People are good at heart. This summer, I was the youngest member of my trip to Turkey. When I’d express views like this, try to mediate situations and look at the bright side, they realized that I honestly believed everyone was good. This shocked the other 8 students. All of them, even the super-christian-girl, told me that some people are just bad people. That I was just young. I would learn. I didn’t believe them. They were just more sad. I knew. I knew people were good.
I was wrong. People are not. Some people are depraved, twisted and just horrible, twisted souls. They wreak havoc on lives and then stroll out, blissfully pleased with their terrible terrible lives. I am in the process of learning this right now.
While this is really hard, and it really sucks, and I don’t think I’m holding it together at all, the worst part is knowing that all those people in Turkey were right. That I am just young. Naive. Stupid. That my optimistic view which I held so dearly was wrong. It’s so hard to give up that view, but I just can’t believe in it anymore. That’s one of the hardest parts of all this. I feel like my optimism was stolen from me.