Caring about people will only cause pain

[Crematoryy]

Amidst the pain and resentment, I was able to see what was hidden: the deep desire to be loved. Just as a wounded beast advances against its predators driven by the instinct of self-preservation, so too does the hatred I harbor against the world. Instead of hoping to preserve myself, I instill my revolt so that it may become sovereign. To oppress the world that has always oppressed me; to destroy the world that destroyed me.

The pain of knowing that my loved one is merely a toy in the hands of another. The pain of being abandoned by the very person who occupied the center of my universe. The pain of never having been visited in my home. I am lonely, I always have been...

 

[pepperfarmer]

Reality is bittersweet. It is as worthy of hatred as it is of love. Our relations to others, whatever form they take, can often burn out like a cigarette does, and more rarely can march on until the end of our lives; regardless, we seek them, because humans are social animals and require others. We are in certain measures alone, and in others necessarily accompanied; we cannot exist alone, but cannot be comprehended and accompanied through any part of it in a perfect manner.

Perfect empathy does not exist. We can observe patterns, predict, and hold onto faith to some measure, but we cannot control to any extent where we could guarantee anything; especially regarding others, whose inner world can be complex and, at times, irrational. It is what it is, and part of coming to terms with everything around us is understanding that any agency we exert over the world, other people, and even ourselves, is fundamentally limited.

Sometimes, it is not meant to be. That doesn't really have to be your fault, and at times, it can be nobody's fault. Many times, we end up with a cigarette, and sometimes a cigar; it is only in exceptional cases where we get a pipe.

 

[Bootleg Astolfo]

Just care about Holo instead, see, isnt she neat

 

[Crematoryy]

Reality is bittersweet. It is as worthy of hatred as it is of love. Our relations to others, whatever form they take, can often burn out like a cigarette does, and more rarely can march on until the end of our lives; regardless, we seek them, because humans are social animals and require others. We are in certain measures alone, and in others necessarily accompanied; we cannot exist alone, but cannot be comprehended and accompanied through any part of it in a perfect manner.

Perfect empathy does not exist. We can observe patterns, predict, and hold onto faith to some measure, but we cannot control to any extent where we could guarantee anything; especially regarding others, whose inner world can be complex and, at times, irrational. It is what it is, and part of coming to terms with everything around us is understanding that any agency we exert over the world, other people, and even ourselves, is fundamentally limited.

Sometimes, it is not meant to be. That doesn't really have to be your fault, and at times, it can be nobody's fault. Many times, we end up with a cigarette, and sometimes a cigar; it is only in exceptional cases where we get a pipe.

This world will lead me down a path of self-destruction. I wish I could cause as much damage as possible to the structure of this world before I die, like bringing down a building. I hate knowing that others find gratification in their own lives while I decay. If I can never be loved, I will ensure that everyone remains alone.

Yes, and I'm sorry, your comment has a certain merit. But these aren't things that can be solved through education; the pain is real, and everything comes down to how to survive it.