Fate has a way of being horridly cruel. Yesterday, as I was feeling happier then ever, Fate decided to punch me in thegut and stab me through the ribcage with a rusty bayonet.

I had a wonderful epiphany:

I have no effect upon the hearts of those with depression. It is a medical condition and mere words of encouragement cannot help a medical condition. They can persuade people not to take their lives, but y'know..Depressed people can be a bitch to persuade

Have I given up? Yes. I have given up. There is no point in trying to help those that cannot be persuaded. They still have my sympathy, but they will no longer find me urging them to live.

It was also this sudden realization that pushed over the edge into misanthropy. I have lost faith in the human speices. There is good here to be sure, but I've lost faith that a few hundred, perhaps few thousand people can change a country, or a world. I look around the world (besidese here), and see corruption, greed, war, famine, hatred, despair, etc. I had held out long, believing there was always hope.

Now my hope is gone, the train to Misanthropeville has finally arrived...