most almost regrettably, there are times when i feel and know how useless i am to the human race. being a good person doesn’t mean much when it benefits no one. why am i thinking about this. one, i been photographing a conference about community development and how the people that work in this sector affect the lives of the people they work in behalf of. and secondly, my failure to comfort her in her times of need has illustrated my graping deficiency the manifest of belief. one day. the self hatred will imploded like a black star, rendering a darkness for new beginnings. how can the i destroyed faster?