People want love. They want acceptance. They want to know they matter. So you show them all this. Then they turn round and make you feel terrible for doing such a thing. They go to the people that treat them terribly and beg for the very things you’re willing to give them. Only to be denied it. Then they ask why the world is so difficult. It’s not. The things you want were offered to you, they were given to you, time and time again. You rejected them. You couldn’t see the love so openly given to you. You didn’t want to take it in and feel it’s warmth and cherish it. No. You wanted to throw it back as something cold and black, destroying the giver in the process.