Part of me feels so foolish and naïve for having hope, for believing that more people wanted a better world. Fool me once, okay, but we already went through this 8 years ago and it was crushing then too. Why did I not see it coming again? And the answer is because to not believe in that better world, I would have to become the kind of person who would be like them. I would have to lose myself. I would rather die this type of fool than live like theirs.