I ponder.

What is a friend. I do not ask you this, though it is in standard question format. I have my own definiton. The one it is not, however, describes a type of person that I could not, for the life of me, understand their intentions. Is the human race, or perhaps just a human in its lonesome, a greedy, selfish, hurtful existance? Why is it that people hurt each other; murder, rape, kidnapping, torture, lies. Is this world so cold now. But I do ask you this, my dear reader. What, or why, would make a person be so cruel? It is not my fault, yet I take responsibilty. I am in no parts innocent of the ill fated antebellum. But what it is, I suppose, is I took this Said Person's happiness away. But looking at the facts, the miniscual details, that this Said Person did, that happiness was being tortured, twisted, tormented by the mere thought of them. I couldn' t bare to see them hurt, so I let them move on. I told them the truth. Was I not suppose to do that? Now my consquences where dire. This Said Person tore up a dear friend, and made me lose a not so close one. What gives Said Person the right to do so? I act invisible in everyyday life, binding my patience and time, trying to be nice, constantly. Is that not enough? Must I degrade myself into this lower form life being, not worthing of even walking in the same Earth Said Person does? Or do I rise, much like the Phoenix of lore out of its Death Ashes, into the eternal Damnnation I have already driven myself to and simply live? I am lost. I do not know who I am anymore. Said Person has made me question me, question my already quivering sanity, my existence. Am I good enough?