Everyone has dues in life, but should attainment of those resources beget such a predatory environment?
I enjoyed Bret Easton Ellis novels before I found myself living in one.
Please God save us all... even as we fail you, perpetually. Science has no knowledge of our souls, but I know they exist. I can feel mine, and it aches constantly, and I cannot be the only one. I will gladly take blind faith over the grim reality of this existence. Why must hope be the last and final option?