I'm sorry if I'm bitter That's not my intentions

If I ever come off bitter or like I hate the world, it’s not that I hate people — it’s that the world depresses me and nobody talks about it. So many people don’t want to fix what’s broken. We can’t just get a good job anymore; we take whatever’s handed to us because of nepotism. Relatives get hired over more qualified people, not because they’re better, but because the employer wants control. That sucks.

I don’t hate people. I hate that things could be different and aren’t. We could be kinder. We could be more understanding. Yet people make fun of others for their looks, their accents, even their identities. I’ve talked to people with thick accents and people with only the bare minimum of English — and they taught me more about being human than a lot of “well-adjusted” people. Different cultures don’t mean different basic values.

What I want to see in the average person: loyalty, forgiveness, kindness, understanding, and level-headedness. That’s it. Imagine logging on to social media, Discord, or any hangout and finding people who are genuinely happy for a day — how different would that feel? I avoid the news because it pulls me down; I don’t need another war story to remind me how messed up things are.

Maybe I come off nihilistic sometimes. Fine. But I want the next generation to learn from the last one and actually be happier. A lot of companies make life harder just to make a buck, and most of them don’t care about us. The rare exceptions — companies that try to hold to something simple and decent — stand out.

So yeah, maybe I sound bitter. It’s only because I want the world to be better. Use the thing inside your skull that’s supposed to help you live — think critically for a second. Learn from your mistakes. Don’t be the person you cringe about when you remember being a kid. That’s really all I’m asking.