It all just feels so fake, you know? This idea that good things happen to good people. That there's magic in the world, and that the meek and the righteous will inherit it. Too many good people suffer for that to be true. Too many prayers go unanswered. And every day it just gets worse. Everyday we ignore how completely broken this world is and we tell ourselves it's all going to be okay, but it's not okay. Once you know that, there's no going back. There's no magic in the world at least not today there isn't.