Looking back, I guess my hatred against the world was hazy. Spiting the world of its stupidity won't change anything. Hell, why was I angry when I don't know any of the people and most of the events I was never involved in?
Maybe I'm crazy, most of news I've seen has drawn my rage and make me act without thinking. It made me rethink my words.
I maybe still miffed about humanity's current situation; but that doesn't mean that I'll go losing faith in them entirely.
I won't lose hope. Even if they'll keep pressuring me to give up.