sometimes we pretend people are evil. because when we look at them as real, broken people... we can't hate them anymore. and when you don't hate them, they can hurt you twice as much. they're not cruel. in fact, they're hard-working, selfless, loving people. why is it that the people who try the hardest always fall the furthest? and when they're falling, they grab onto the people they pass on the way down, and then you're all falling and desperately trying to reach for a handhold. but the only thing we can keep ahold of is each other. so you're clinging to each other while the world falls apart, but instead of helping, all it does is yank them further down with you.