I don't like people.
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Thread Topic: I don't like people.
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I'm a hateful person. I wonder if anyone's noticed. Not that it matters to much of anyone anymore, but I do have reasons for why I hate people so much. I don't just draw names out of a hat.
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You know, I don't really know why I'm about to post this. Even I'll admit it doesn't matter in the end. There's no one important left to care for. -
You're not that hateful. I've noticed some of it. Hats full of names are for children.
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I am extremely hateful. I've even begun to hate some of my friends.
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Oh.. well. Um. Hate is nice every once and a while, I guess.
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Bad day?
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Sorry..
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*Late.
No excuse, but yes. Things have been going well, though very stressful, and I have no excuse for being so angry and spiteful right now, but goddamn I want to punch someone in the mouth. -
Eh it happens :/ I get those days a lot too.Try to relax a little.
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I can't be happy in a world
left cold and empty long ago.
I can't love or be forgiving
because I know how it will go.
I can't forget the sad times past
or the violence that I breathe.
I can't hear the lies they're bleeding
or see the guns they aim at me.
I can't live with living
and I'm dying to be dead.
I can't get along with them
when paranoia fills my head.
I can never be close to you
because I know where it will end.
I can't ever be satisfied
with calling you a friend.
I won't trust the enemy
or the allies at my side.
I'll make a companion
of my selfishness and pride.
I'm done with overlooking
the discomfort of your touch.
I can't stand to be looked upon
or made to feel too much.
I cannot be happy
with the good things that I have,
for the evil outweighs the riteous
and leaves me driven mad.
I can be a disaster,
chaos waiting to unfold.
A ticking timebomb with no allegiance-
wind me up and watch me go.
I can become so desperate,
so fake in all my words,
and no one can tell the difference.
Maybe that's the part that hurts.
I am unable to see the reason
why I should learn their names.
In the end, they're only passing,
and I'll hate them all the same.
I can't bring myself to be happy,
though I try to count the good.
The smile feels like plaster,
a rainbow sculpted out of wood.
I finally understand
what it is to be replaced.
To feel my features have been stolen
and nailed to a kinder face.
I now know what it is
to be jealous and full of rage.
Well now I'm sick of understanding
and I'm seeking an escape.
But dying is a virtue
of which I am afraid.
Am I trapped in my own conscious?
Watching devastation through my eyes?
Well, I'm tired now, so lay me down,
and sing me one last lullaby. -
Rehearshing stories and alibis,
well it's finally over.
I can watch you drown!
-Sink or Swim -
Sunneh...?
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Yes?
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You don't hate me, do you?
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No. Absolutely not. Not you. Never.
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