There are some things that we don't/can't/won't share with other people, for our own reasons.
I was a very guilt-driven person in my youth, and the only thing strong enough to supplant that was my long period of disillusionment and nihilism born from pain inflicted by real, ordinary people.
I grew up terrified of being hurt by people and I still somehow found ways to be surprised when the hurt inevitably came at the hands of people who said and did awful things... not because they had to, but because they wanted to.
Because they became disillusioned with humanity's infinite capacity for cruelty, either because they were hurt by it, or they thought that a few news reports were enough to put them at the top of the intellectual food chain. Because they thought it was funny.
Either way, they hurt me with the excuses of cynicism and nihilism and misanthropy. I thought I could tough it out and help fix the past by convincing them to see the error of their ways, but all it did was make them double down on their own cruelty, and that's when I learned that kindness and honesty don't mean much in a vacuum. Same for the golden rule.
That sort of hurt doesn't leave you with a strong emotion. It leaves you with an empty, cold feeling in your center that tears at you over and over, because no number of words could ever be enough to help you or help others help you, because they either can't or won't understand.
That's what it means to face injustice, or any sort of problem that can't be tackled head on.
It eats away at you until there is nothing left but to give up on everything the world has to offer. Because there's no point in playing along with a joke that isn't funny in any sort of context.
And that alone is enough for witty people to treat you like an inhuman being and get away with it with a sneer and an audience full of witty people.
I stumbled around in the dark, facing the doom of my own nihilism... until I found something that gave me my own hope back.
A strange, whimsical JRPG with Disney characters.
I managed to find a reason to keep caring about the world we live in, by finding honest value in a simple tale of honest friendship in a world where people do value honesty and kindness.
I found something to ground me in a sea full of black noise that persists to this day, and for me, that's enough.
People can mock you for finding inspiration in something they choose to see as stupid, but it's always okay to embrace something stupid if it gives you a reason to have meaning again.
Because sometimes, you have to be selfish for your own sake and the sake of the people who matter.
I can tell that it took a lot for you to create this story.
I wish you the best with your future endeavor.
Thank you very much for this cathartic experience.