i dont think anyone owes anyone else anything. not even sincerity. i'm no saint, but i think that it's fine to do the wrong thing as long as you meant right, and never fine to do the right thing with the wrong intentions. whatever the intentions may have been. & if one thinks the contrary, then so be it. it honestly makes me feel nauseated at the thought of the genuine human kindness actually not being, i've definitely been spoilt by all the people who have walked in & out of my life & been, well, not perfect, but enduringly genuine. the thing is that this isn't about love, it never was, i'm just genuinely disgusted at what i thought was true human kindness actually not being. i'm not sure what it is to be honest, and i dont think i actually care to know.