You only really see human nature once you’re deep in the trenches.
I get it now. Looking at all those friends and people I followed for so long, how many people do I have to block just to escape this disgusting world? Maybe I never belonged here in the first place.
This might not even be about the trenches. It’s this whole world, where as long as there’s money to be made, nothing else matters.
They all commit crimes together because people’s memories are as short as a goldfish’s. And in the end, the market will still write the glorious history of these people.
A pure world no longer exists. Support only comes when there’s profit to be made. The one who cares more always loses, and that was me.