I press my palms into my eyes, squishing out the tears, looking into blackness and a bunch of tiny stars.

What is the point?

You treat people well, you show up, you sacrifice.

And they hide from you. They push you away. Sometimes they're cruel.

It's not about making the right choice anymore, it's about getting away with being shit.

And the harder I fight for a world that will treat children better, the more I'm confronted with my own uselessness.

I just make it worse.

If I just don't care, if I just numb out like everyone else, I'd probably kms. There'd be no point.

So what I'm facing is, maybe there just is no point.