Many of the people in my new environment and home hate it here. They make songs, they make jokes. They constantly remind me how much they hate it here. Everything about this place.
It hurts me, to see such hatred when some people are attempting to make it as nice as possible within their limits and they take it, scoff at it, continue to complain.
I never complained much about my living conditions; I complained about the people. Every single one of them had a fault and every single one of them had a problem that I had developed and made me no better than they.
I spent some time away from here, with some of them I disliked. I have never been happier to know my hatred has significantly subsided and suddenly I feel happy, more energized again.