Nothing puts things into perspectives until you come across something that messes with your mind. Not talking about the almost accident, but instead of something so horrible that you can't bare to think of without wanted to cry. I was looking for DLC's blogspots and live journal's but I forgot the way one of theirs goes, so I didn't use the complete http. I got someone elses from 2002 and I decided to read it. The torment that this girl went through. And she still finds joy in her small cousins eyes. Why does crap like this happen? Why must we be evil? She sounds like a good person who's dealing but can you really deal with something like this? Are there words that someone can say that will make it go away? Should there be? My heart hurts right now. I might be a peccimist sometimes but at least I had some hope for mankind, but her story kind of makes me feel like there's no point. Every day is a struggle that we have to deal with but is it our right to blame the fall on someone that supposedly was created by God and decided to bite the fucking apple? Shouldn't we take responsibility and say that the shit in this world is ours and decide to clean it up? Maybe men are the problem. We can be assholes sometimes if not all the time. I was taught that women were the most precious thing in the world and all though I might be a bastard sometimes, I like to think that they really are precious. Women are innately kind and caring. Men learn love from their mothers and strength from their fathers. So, to destroy love, what happens to us? How could someone do that to something so precious? I don't even know this girl and I'm angry. I was hoping for a guestbook but what could I say? Nothing! There's nothing but the realization that the bastard would someday die!