|Current mood:|| contemplative|
|Current music:||A Perfect Cirlce: The Outsider|
Forgive me this moment of weakness...
Do you ever think that it's just not worth it anymore? That no matter what you do, nothing will change. We can't make people understand what they have never seen and will never know. How do you explain to a person what it's like to be screamed at, when they believe that a person speaking passionatley is them yelling? How do you tell them what it's like to have someone's hands around your throat, when they've never been laid a hand on? I'm not asking that every person has to expirience this. I wish the people who it's happened to didn't have to go through it. My only request would be that they have more consideration... that they wouldn't whine about the perils of their own lives... of which being verbally reprimanded about something trivial, not even to the point of truly yelling shouldn't be one.
I'm sorry... I don't mean to complain. I'm just as selfish, ignorant, and apathetic as the people I have just described.
I just want to know... how many scars are too many? When do you come to the conclusion that this is the last one? Either the one that will start a new life, or end it?