This world is messed up. Rotten. Unjust. Begrudgingly mad. It only has two kinds of people as its residents. Those who are purely evil, and those who are lesser evil.
Ever since her mind has started to develop and understand certain things, it has always been too f*cked up to bear looking at.
Maybe, yeah maybe, she just got used to it and she has adapted to treat it as a normal occurrence in one's realization in this sick lifetime. She has come to a conclusion that every reality was made cruel. This is a battle place for the strongest of the strong, picking the cream of the crops from objectively-fine-enough goods. Who loses, loses. Who gives up, gives up.
Apparently, nobody had a choice to consider refusing to be in these same ordeals.
Despite that fact and while she rolls her yes w
