Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m the one that’s wrong. Maybe I’m a huge mess piling up. I wasn’t always this broken. There was once when I was happy, when people were kinder, when society wasn’t the hole it is now. I had always lived by code, “Be nice to people, and people will be nice to you.” But that’s ing bull. We all know humans are selfish. It’s just some surpass this level by making our own human race ashamed. Was I on the par of these savage beasts? I have been labelled by many names that I have lost count but selfish wasn’t one. I had always put others needs in front of mine. It was the very little amount of things I knew how to do well. I never wanted to but certain guilt had always eaten me inside if I acted selfishly. I don’t know my mother just raised me well. But what has that gotten me in, now I’m lying in my own pool of blood, helplessly watching the one I have adored for so long in tears, this not a love story.