Baby girl, I'm a blur

This morning on the bus, I was looking out the window and I saw a baby sitting in its carseat in a car driven by its mother.
And the first thing I thought to myself, as it crunched its minscule palms, looking out eagerly towards the stranger observing her through the misty bus window, was "I'm so sorry you're gonna have to put up with all the shit we've done to this world. I really am. You're probably in for a tough life."
Thank god I'm not having kids.
They'd probably commit suicide by the age of two if I told them what they're up against later on.


A. was probably right about me. I have become a shell of myself in the last two months.
This is not how it's supposed to be, is it?

La vie nous réserve plein de surprises, certes, mais pas toujours des bonnes..