Okay, here's a filler paragraph for anyone who doesn't want to see me ranting.
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Still here? Okay.
*deep breath*
Karma is absolute fucking bullshit. I don't care what any of you say; it doesn't exist and it never has. Bad things happen to good people because life's a bitch, and that's that. There's nothing else to it. Life's a cruel, merciless bitch and it's no one's fault, but we all suffer for it anyway. You can be the nicest goddamn person on the fucking planet who does everything in your power to make sure everyone else is happy and putting yourself last, but it won't matter. Someone's going to hurt you, something's going to happen, and you end up crushed beyond repair. That's what always happens and it's what always will happen. I don't even know why I fucking bother anymore, because it doesn't matter what I do. It doesn't matter how nice I am or how hard I try to get people to like me. I'm always going to be the odd one out, outside looking in, in real life and over the internet, because in the end I'm just not good enough to be worth anyone's time. I never will be. I guess I'm just unlikable. Maybe I try too hard. Maybe I should just give up on making friends with people and stop being so nice. It's not like the effort's making any goddamn difference anyway.