Because everyone treats me as if I'm some naive idiot who doesn't understand the way the real world works. [And maybe that was true in some ways, and he knew how people could see that, how he'd never personally experienced so much of what they'd gone through, but. Seeing what people really thought about on a day to day basis wasn't the easiest mutation to grow up with.]

I don't inspire anyone or help them realize they need to look at things from another perspective, or make them see that maybe things aren't so bad after all. I'm a convenient punching back to take out their frustrations on, and obviously it's my fault for putting myself there in the first place. How can you think I do give anyone hope, here?