You pity me. You mock me. I am a simpleton in your eyes; much more naive than my eighteen years attest to. I am a child to you, unable to understand the world for what it is. You are the cynic. You think you know the world so well, that you are so wise just because you see how awful the world can be. I ask you this: what is so wrong with optimism? Just because you have depression and a sense of superiority, you aren't right. Do you not see those pure moments of humanity? Do you not see smiles on young children's faces? Perhaps you are so wrapped up in your self-loathing that you miss it. But I see these things and I know that there is a wonderful place for us all if we just open our eyes. The world doesn't have to be so bleak. The human race doesn't have to be so evil. Go ahead, call me foolish; I will take it as a compliment.
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