Its kind of depressing to think that I'll never get over it. That I have to learn to live with it. That no matter what I won't ever be able to forget. Why do things like this happen? Why are people so sick and selfish? I use to think so highly of the world and people in it! I use to pity people. Now when a stranger walks by I get my keys out and brace myself for the potential harm they're gonna do to me and the fight I'm gonna put up this time. That's not who I am or how I think. I'm the type to smile at strangers and wish them a great day. But for what? Politeness got me raped. Politeness got a gun pulled on me. Politeness could have got me and my cousin killed. Why be nice anymore? Why give a fuck.