I used to believe. In love, life......happiness. Almost everyone around me is selfish and hateful. I hate no one and try to love unconditionally. This is what I thought made a good person. But all these people around me are happy and carefree and I'm lonely and get used by friends, family, everyone. Do I stop being who I am and start using people? Is that the only way to be happy? Or is it me who is wrong, maybe a happy life is for those who go out and get it no matter who they hurt. I don't understand how to live anymore, I used to know exactly who I was and now I think I've just been a fool my whole life. Do you still believe in what you thought was right?
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