Why?

You know what I hate. I hate it when people just care, after something bad has happened. Like, if someone had committed suicide. All these people come out saying "Oh, I wish i'd been there for them" and crap like that. Why after? Where were you when they were hurting? Why not just be a good person all the time instead of being a good person after something bad happens. Why do people do that? You need a slap in the face just to realize something is wrong? WHY? I wish people would just realize their errors and just be a good person, you see someone alone, you go to them instead of being at their funeral saying "I wish i'd been there." Just be a good person all the time, it's not hard.

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