Nothing Is New In This Universe

I grant you the permission to feel the guilt and let it bug you every single day from now till everything ends. (which will be Never)
If you don't feel the least bit remorseful, then so fucking hell be it.

Incompetence.
Irresponsibility.
lack of Initiative.
Lies.
Lies.
More lies.
Like a walking Ziploc bag with these ugly objects jangling around inside it making the worst distortion noises ever known, sealed tight, unchanging, non-biodegradable.

Bastard.

How much have we sacrificed, exactly?