Sleep in a new year.

For some reason, I cannot sleep tonight. The tension in my frontal lobe pounds. Tears. Emotion. Unreleased, pent up rage. This life, this planet, this society... what a terrible waste of resources. People hate each other and fight with each other. People don't even know each other but will stop at nothing to belittle each other. Woe are we, the unloved. Woe are we, the uncared for. Woe are we, the unsupported.