Bad people exist.

I always try to find an excuse for them: he’s crazy, he’s envious, he’s hurt, he’s in love but that love is not reciprocated, he had a difficult childhood, his parents didn’t/don’t care about him, he was/is bullied at school, he’s sad, his job is not what he wanted to do,  he’s sick etc. 

And yet, some attitudes have no explanation, some words are meaningless.

The problem is that we’re all broken and crazy, but some people are better at hiding it.