I always look down on people. Why shouldn't I? They're trash after all. Some are made up of pure retardation. Others apply some brains to their retardation. What does it take to share someone's happiness? I just don't see how it's possible. It doesn't happen. You're happy.I don't give a damn. How long will it be until I cut this thin cord of lies that links me to them? Humans are good as pets I guess. Feed them some words and observe the tricks they do for you. It's all so make-believe. I don't even think killing them would be fun. What would I get from that, cheap thrills and a sense of knowing I'm right. I wouldn't do something that risky, paradoxically. Maybe I would. Can't know until it happens. I got bored out of my mind by those pets. I think that's what happened. I don't care for getting new ones either. Too much effort, almost no gain. Walking around with their self satisfied smug faces. Experiencing so much of the fullness I can't touch. I sometimes wish to be like you. Revolted by evil. Delighted by good. It's not happening. It's all based on whims for me. One day I'll be righteous, smite and condemn evil. The next I'll be a villain, backstabbing and self-motivated. The next I'll live in virtue until noon, then spend the rest laughing alongside criminals. There is no sense I can make of this chaos. I can try to be disciplined. Bear it all in me and act as I 'should'. Makes me suicidal. I can let it all go, act chaotically, fulfill every whim. Empty, no point, also makes me suicidal. It's just a balance that lets me want to live. Go from righteous to villain, and then back to righteous. Again, and again, and again, and again. Like a dog chasing its tail. This way I live, and the world around me burns, or flourishes. But I don't care about that, I'm not part of whatever that is all about. My tail. I need to chase it. Catching it stops being fun, so all that I do is a cycle of struggle. As I grow more tired. Day after day.
I'm way better than you Npds with your fragile egos. You never do anything losers.
