There comes a time when you have to let go of all the pain, the regret, the grudges of your life and move on. It's one thing he didn't understand. He didn't understand how people could be so mean and then expect him to forgive them just to repeat their act. He held grudges for the longest time…and because of that, he became rather twisted…but it seemed like none of it mattered anymore. The little things no longer mattered. He would look at the big picture and sigh. So many wrongs done…so many that it made the number of rights miniscule. He would look at other nations, he wouldn't see the good in them, but what he would see was every one of their pathetic faults. He would shake his head and simply turn away. There came a time when he developed a notorious reputation for himself because of his consistent negativity…
Notorious enough to make him feel as if that was all he meant to the world, all he was there for.
As time went by, his thoughts and emotions went haywire, his actions reflecting the instability of his mind. As days turned into weeks turned into months turned into years…it slowly developed into something far past the brink of no return. One day, there was an empty seat in the world meeting, and everyone wondered where the nation was…what could have happened, they thought?
…it turns out that he was lying on the floor in his own home, his blood pooling on the floor from a self-inflicted gunshot wound.
If only, he thought in a split second, if only someone had cared enough to take time to understand his pain, understand his thinking, understand the way he worked…
None of this would have happened…
He wouldn't be dead.