(A stream-of-consciousness bit from me. Take from it what you will.)
Hate. Hate is a feeling. It is strong. It is violent. And you are its target.
You who would call me "better" for having been an ignorant fool
You who would rather resort to punishment than logic
You who wants your ideals to be impressed on me.
I want to be free. I want to be myself. You have authority. You say no. I can't believe that at one time I thought you were right. I can't believe I was so stupid -- stupid -- so stupid it hurts -- holy ******** it's so stupid - you made me stupid you said I was smart. All you wanted was for me to be ignorant. To be good. To be a nice Christian boy who abided by the law and was a successful lawyer. ******** THAT. I'm an agnostic son of a b***h who would rather die than uphold your petty unnecessary laws and your realm of ignorance. Thought is power. Knowledge is true strength. Yet you would rather see me as holding ignorance to be strong, not knowing the truth about the world and about laws. You want me to be the perfect you. ******** you and your perfection. ******** your God, ******** your morals, ******** your power, ******** everything. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you. I hate you. I hate you forever. I hate you. I could never say "I hate you" enough to accurately express how much I hate you. All I want is to see you die, to see you out of my life, all I want is for you to ******** OFF and leave me alone. I liked it better when you did, anyway.
I was never better than this. Don't say I am. Oh no, now you call me arrogant...look who's talking. Seriously. You know nothing but your lies and you call me arrogant. I'm arrogant because I can think? Because I do my reading? Oh, no, it's all propaganda, right? No it's no...oh, now you do your worst. That old trick, huh. When outclassed, abandon logic and resort to Argumentum Ad Baculum. Very nice. Got me in a corner now - I can't logic my way out of it because you do wield power. ******** you. Seriously, ******** you.
I don't care what's for dinner. ******** you.
What I want is for you to die. Or just leave me in peace. Either way, I'll be happy.
Just die. Oh, in case you didn't get it, by the way?
I hate you.
 Lord Setar · Wed Apr 15, 2009 @ 02:58am · 3 Comments |
