[font=Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif]People will treat you like an alien if you are in anyway different from everyone else. You will be treated like a snake to snuff out before he poisons the pretty house cat. They will not heed your warnings to not tread on you. They'll disregard everything you say or do as a just acting like a loser buffoon who lives a life solitude from everyone and everything else. They don't care to cure your solitude because they are the ones who created it. They have a life with ups and downs while we desperately try to climb up the valley of torment. We sometimes make it higher up the walls of the valley, but we inevitably fall back down to the lowest point. Into the river of tears we go. Into the darkness of the valley we go. Is it really worth climbing up when you always fall back down? Will the effort of years of climbing even be worth it if we ever escape the valley? No. We will be too far gone and scarred from our pasts to appreciate anything. No hope, only the valley. Maybe for some the summit will be worth the effort, but I can't imagine myself thinking the same. This is it. This is all there is. [/font]
