Huh.

There are so many people in the world. So many. It's weird to think about. I mean, there's over six million, seven hundred people here. 6,706,993,152 is the estimate from July of last year.
And think of how many people that doesn't include. People who live in the mountains, in the woods, in impoverished countries... wow. It makes me feel so small. So insignificant. So plain. And I guess I am. I can't even begin to comprehend people doing things elsewhere. It's like, while I'm sitting here, typing this, people are going to work, sleeping, being born, being saved, dying, killing themselves, killing eachother... It kind of hurts to think about the world. For some reason I feel compelled to do it though. And with this sick version of empathy I've been given, it...kills. *shakes head* We're all so little. We're all so foolish. It's kind of frightening. Thank God that He knows what He's doing, hmm?