A humanstuck story

Intro.

I'm sick of it all.

The scum on the street.

The drugs.

Murder.

Everything about it.

I've seen it all and more.

people can never see how terrible it truely is.

unless they're me.

but what's a person to do when this is all they've seen all their life?

What do they do when they were BORN into all of this?

When they never had a home?

Not even a loving soul.

Not a single person who cares enough to take them in, wrap their arms around them and say: "It's gonna be fine, I'm here with you."

What is that person to do when they've been influenced by everything around them.

What do they do when they simply turn a corner and someones getting raped, but they simply shrug it off as if its a natural occurence?

That's what i have to deal with 24/7.

I haven't had a single friend.

A single person.

That actually cared enough.

Until that day.

I met him....