i'm not big on mean.
i just don't like mean.
i go beyond sad with it.
it actually makes me sick to my stomach.
and i don't know what to do with it.
no, it wasn't aimed at me.
i just heard about it.
it comes in so many forms with so many
different weights to it, doesn't it?
i wish we didn't have it.
i wonder if we need it for something?
i wonder if it serves any purpose?
maybe to find forgiveness?
maybe to find compassion?
i'll go look.
see if i can find anything.
cause then maybe there's something good
that can come from it.
maybe there's a yin to its yang or something