GRIND

I could rant about the state of the world, I could sink into a huge depression, I could commit ritualistic suicide just to see who would show up at my funeral. But I won't, despite the pressing temptation of the latter two. It's a sick world with sick people in it, and its always been that way. I guess expecting altruistic loyalty from people is way too much, and those who bothered showing up yesterday are a gift on their part and not something I should expect from them. A loyal friend is worth a thousand relatives, and to have these few, I am grateful. To those once loyal, I expected better but have learnt not to. Now grind.