I get really sick of people sometimes, and it makes me want to run away into the wild and build a house and just live off the land there.
Screw civilisation; we’ve simply created a more dangerous wilderness, one in which we cannot enjoy the solitude of an uninhabited landscape, but where we suffer the irony of isolation among the presence of a million others.
People are so caught up in their own lives that they don’t realise they don’t matter, that none of it matter and that people themselves are the cause of all the problems we have anyway.
Do people make life unbearable or worth living? I wrote this on a day where I was strongly feeling the former must be correct. But life goes up and down, and the right answer really is that people can do both 😛