Little complaints

Change is something seldom seen. Much like the beauty of mankind, it may not exist at all. One more promise of socity is broken. One more hope of the abandond child is crushed! Would anyone care? Would anyone notice if one more person disapeared? We are all to wrapped up in our own little, insignificant lives to notice those around us. We look up to others who wouldn't care whether we lived or died, and inspired I supose, we do the same! Then we everyone finally realizes that no one cares about them, they brood. They complain, and they hit it hard! What do they hit you ask? Well it seems that people's favorite pain coper is.. you guessed it! Drugs. Yes they become hoplessly addicted to drug, and blame it on their sick desperation. Which of course was caused by someone else!
Another large problem of people is, we never take the blame for anything thats wrong. If your alone, its because no one understands. If your unemployed, its because they wouldnt cut any slack! Im so sick of people complaining about all thats wrong, but not doing a thing about it! People waiting around for some magic fix! But of course I understand that things arent easy to be taken care of.
But I can't understand, why people choose not to admit that there is a problem? They become so miserable, so depressed. Their problems harden them so much. They would rather be alone and in pain, then admit something is wrong. But why? What do they get out of it? Is it to prove they are storg, but then, who do they have left to prove it to?