well i was coming home and i saw many many children, those small things that have a much much bigger presence than their size would suggest, at least in the eyes of their parents, if no other.

wouldn't it be nice if one could revert back to the days of old? a kid can lean on his dad's shoulder and get carried around when he's tired. he can cling on and bury his head in his mom's shirt sleeves when he's scared. he can cry and he will be comforted. he can ask stupid questions and no one will think he's stupid.

i love watching the kids play together. it depicts so much love. isn't it ironic that it is those who supposedly know the least or nothing at all about love who probably are the best at loving others?

life is simple most of the time. black and white without the complications. but sadly, it is only the purest and most innocent who can see this.

Phantom was shown on TV. i'm still as much in love with emmy rossum as i was the first time i watched it. and the show of course. will someone bring me to watch it someday. it's so nice, but i'm so poor.

why do we shun those who are not, according to our standards, good or ok looking? why do we single them out to commit unspeakable things to, to demoralise them further than they already are because of their shortcomings? why do we do the same to people we deem less intelligent than ourselves? why do we seek to be the elite? and when we are, why do we seek to exclude those who do not fit in? why do we see the need to make others feel worse so that we can feel better about ourselves?

why are there some people who society is always unfair to? people like the phantom, already deformed, and yet forced to lead a worse existence than he would otherwise live by being subject to ridicule. who, because of a physical flaw that is not a result of his own wrongdoing, suffered the discrimination of others for the rest of his life. who, led a life fraught with hate and a want for revenge.

is it worth living like that? 9:35:00 PM