*stewstewstew*
Tact comes and goes in fickle waves.
Have you ever noticed how much easier it is, ranting of things we dislike, wishing for violent things and 'justice', than confessing affection? Or thanking someone. Or admitting fault.
I feel like making some random person's day.
I feel like accomplishing something.
I feel like I'm everything and nothing and capable of the same.
I am disappointed in society, yet not willing to give up on its inhabitants.
