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I need a healthy catharsis. Really. The people around me are making me ill and optimism is only taking me so far lately. For Christ's sake, there are pictures on the news of a man literally boiled by other human beings! And people tell me I should expect security, happiness, commonality of purpose, whatever, to find ME? The man without a face, laying sprawled there on the kitchen floor with ugly mottled skin - did he live happily ever after? I'd wager not. He died terrified, watching his skin bubble up, dirty and smelly on grimy linoleum. Just by the mere benefit of different location, I'm supposed to believe that I deserve something more? I can't.