Another Ramble From Me

Another Ramble from Me

You know sometimes I forget that not having an audience has its benefits cause you don’t have to hear people accusing you of shit that never happened or were interpreted the wrong way. That kind of stuff would probably drive me insane cause knowing people who don’t know you, they’ll just take it for face value and just instantly assume that what they believe is the truth. People can take advantage of others I know that but not all people are monsters and some people grow and change especially when they apologize to shit that isn’t that bad to begin with. Idk I just hate the concept ingeneral of drama unless it’s something really bad but even then that’s hard because people are fucking liars.

THE LAST MAN ON EARTH (1964) dir. Sydney Salkow & Ubaldo Ragona

I’ve been looking into Genie Wiley after watching Mockingbirds can’t sing, all I see with this case is both a family and society failing to help a hurt child that is now stuck somewhere we will never know because the info on her has gotten cold for a long time to the point that we’re not even sure if she’s still alive or not. This is the stuff makes me look out into the world as ask why? Why do we let these things happen, why do we abandon people who need genuine help and still live with no regret or care about it. How do people live like that?! What fucked you up to make you not care about a human who has suffered from one of the worst cases of abuse in history, what kind of monster are you to leave someone like that to rot?!

Sometimes I think that I don’t deserve to have love.