Why do we bother with other people?

We could be very happy living in our own world. Yes, you don't have to interfere with mine and I don't have to get into yours. Occasionally we could make the unpleasant awkward moment when we accidentally get involved with each other. But no, we're born into a family, picked and placed into it. No, we're given a conscience and a heart. No, we learn to feel lonely, and we learn to need people to love us.

We pry open people's hands and give them the right to slaughter us with any word, manipulative look or mind games they prefer- Just because we choose to care and we want them to love us. While it'd be very nice if it actually benefited you once in a while, the fact is that it rarely does. You take in the crap. You witness the ugly. You get taken advantage of. And in that process, you become someone you didn't know you were, and do things you didn't know you were capable of.

Just a little bit of love.

Why is it so hard to love or be loved?