I believe that this world is what turned me into what I am today, the cruel, callous, calculating individual I am now. I don’t like myself but you must be cruel and callous to get by in this world. The kind and the soft are trampled on relentlessly and the cruel and cunning are feared and respected. So tell me, which would you choose? To be kind and weak, with a warm heart and be crushed and burned until you break, or be cruel, cunning and callous and be feared and thrive?