I've been feeling some kind of emotion that has just taken over, lately. Irritated. Impatient. Disappointment. Maybe that's it--a mix of emotions. It seems that when I look outwards, into the world, or at least into this society as a whole, I'm thoroughly disappointed with humanity. How have we come so far just to be so ignorant? How have we disillusioned ourselves to see a country that people rush to in order to be happy, when most people here aren't happy? People don't escape here because it's so wonderful... they escape here because they feel it's better than where they're from. And some of them do so and find they are very much wrong. And some do so without much other choice. This great nation of ours is greatly flawed and I'm disappointed in how ugly everything is here.
It seems it's this frustration that is becoming the inspiration to my story. I've been searching for something for awhile now that I wanted to turn into a serialized fiction, but perhaps I just need somewhere to sort out my emotions. And why not a story?
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