Sometimes you can't help but feel that the world is a bad place.

I have a few things that I am certain about and when that feeling comes it is usually strong enough to compel me to trust it. 

The world is such a strange place with forces so bad you can't even imagine the amount of Ugly that prompted such behavior. On this I felt feelings that I never knew I could. I miss home. I miss comforts. In Vietnam, I never really had such a strong feeling like this. Perhaps because I considered Vietnam to be home.