ketaminekitty

you know, i was always the type who believed in the basic good in people. If a dude on the street asks for change, i dont just assume he's a bad person or whatever, i just give it to him. i share what i have with whoever needs it. that sort of thing. yesterday my roomates friend got followed home by a guy who held her at knifepoint, forced her into her apartment and robbed her and raped her. this is the third act of violence this year that has hit home like this, and i sometimes wonder just how long i can go on thinking that people are good. i still do, but its just so awful to even try to comprehend how much pain there is out there and i have no idea what would give someone the capacity to do something like that. it seems like as hard as i try to believe in humans, they constantly let me down.