A fragment of reality

Watching the world buzz and rush, it's amazing it seems at first, till you look and observe deeply into what really happens. A bunch of shit, that's what happens. Your heart snaps often because of people who are two faced and enjoy watching you suffer. There are people who will taunt you everyday, and they don't have to be around you to do so, they can implant their thoughts and words into your mind until you're driven mad and depressed over it. There are few cracks of purity left here, but lots of darkness keeps flowing and filling places to the brim with corruption and hate. It's not the only things that happens, but it is just a whiff of what it does. Nothing is what it really seems many times, and it is hard to trust anyone anymore. Experience is something painful and required for you to have to live and function. It reminds you of what is right and wrong, often depicting the hell you went through in your past. Sometimes it is pleasant, but we tend to remember the bad things in life easier than the joyful ones. In the end, it doesn't matter who you are. You may experience things in different severities and levels; maybe even pleasant more than bad, but we always will have this stalking filth that will follow you relentlessly and always hurts you someday somehow, many times often. I dare you to look into the world and watch. You will find things rotten, even the people who look nice will go behind your back and stab it quietly, a stab that you won't feel until later on and will make you suffer. There are many things to see, but many things you'll never uncover. Cheers to the people who are real and don't look to hurt others constantly. Cheers to the friend that actually cares. Perhaps one day, maybe the cheers will outnumber the wretched curses.