this is hell, isn't it?
i want it not to matter. i want people to do, to act, and listen to actions instead of words. i know we need something to counteract the prophet, some voice of truth, but i read and i read and i write and i write and all i can think is, i hate them all for making me need to do this. i hate that people are so stupid they'll believe any lie if it's written well enough.
i want people to know the truth on their own, because if it's just us, if it's just me, hell, how do we know we're different from voldemort?
relying on everyone else's opinions to form your own ideas about what's true and what's lies is stupid, deadly stupid, but god, why does the truth have to be so lonely?
i'm not writing in this much, because it seems like all i ever do is write, anymore.