Who are you when you're alone?
Trying to be nice is hard when there are people that beat you down. When you're alone at night, their words and actions echo in your head and make you doubt yourself. Strangely though, it's sometimes harder to wish them ill once you've begun to wonder what they think of themselves when they are alone in the dark. Do they hate themselves too? Are they also grasping at straws with every day they are given? It's a convoluted twist of fate, left with the wounds others gave you, yet you are unable to bring yourself to hate them. Instead, you pity them. Which strengthens your resolve to keep going, giving others hope that things will get better. Which they do.















