why?

why do i care so much about people?
if anyone can give me the answer for that question i'll give you one million dollars. i say one million dollars, because no one knows. i'm that confident. i'm not talking about what people think about me by the way. more like, why do i always try to like/love everyone when all i get in return is bitchyness or immaturity. this being nice to people is getting tough, the older i get and the more things i go through the more i realise... people are assholes. one day i'm going to run out of niceness and end up a bitter old cat lady. and when that day comes, i'm going to shoot something. coz that's something i refuse to be :( well, maybe a cat lady wouldn't be too bad. but being a bitter old person would just sadden me.

sigh, i need company. i think i may go a bit mad.

- r