Alone Again

Alone again to contend with my troubles. Just me, my troubles, and the cold I developed from yesterday's hysteria. My state of being alone is no fault of anyone this time, but nevertheless, it is still loneliness. I've hardened my mind, there's no way I'll cave. I cave because I'm too good a person and want to keep helping those who hurt me over and over. Because I feel like there is hope for them to change their ways. But through experience, change has never happened, and my endless servitude to these people is wasted time and time again.

It's a simple moral I hold that those you help should feel gratitude towards you and help you in return. But I suppose not everyone knows this simple act of human kindness. It's like what I've been learning in ethics class- one of the ethical theories is Individual Subjectivism. Moral goodness is defined by what an individual feels like doing. And any other individual's contrasting morals will be seen as wrong by the first individual. So maybe my moral isn't quite universal, I see that, but somehow it has to be right.