Why should I? I've gone through so much pain and humiliation just to be accepted by society. I lost over a hundred pounds by starving myself and hiking up smog-laden mountains under a hot blazing sun for many hours a day. I traveled to a foreign country to have surgeons cut my body open and tear parts off, then carried all my luggage back home in the cold night with pain and stitches heaving across my waist, because nobody would support my decision to do so. I spent years honing an artistic craft, the only thing I have ever had any passion in, cultivating feedback and criticism from others throughout the entire process to avoid becoming just another "misunderstood genius", only to see through a thick mist of falsehood that in storycraft, premise is everything, and there isn't a single part of my diseased mind capable of forming ideas that resonate with anyone or anything other than itself. I went through death after death, watching every living thing that ever cared about me disappear with neither warning nor trace, shedding not a single tear for any of them because real men don't cry. I stomached all the platitudes, all the lies, all the poisonous drugs forced down my throat by the mental health industry and a narcissistic mother who tossed me to the wolves and convinced herself that she was a good parent for it.
Society turned their noses up at all of it. They spat in my face. Nothing I do has ever been, or ever will be good enough for them to accept me as human.
So why should I care about their suffering? When they turn to their fellow humans and chant mantras they neither believe in nor act upon for the shallow approval of their peers? When they wade through life with neither purpose nor meaning, calling themselves masters of a vast and uncaring universe beyond their understanding? When they claim to be supporters of life, yet support the industrialized murder, torture, rape, and molestation of billions of animals who did nothing wrong, by consuming their rotting flesh and excretions not meant for human consumption--and are, in fact, leading causes of heart disease, cancer, stroke, Alzheimer's, diabetes, obesity, and other preventable diseases that cost them so much time and money in medical expenses--for no other reason than they like the taste?
Fuck the world. Fuck people. They are trash. I applaud all the murderers, rapists, and torturers of humans, as they serve the world's only true justice through their deeds. My sympathy for them has entirely dried out. They don't deserve it. Not one scrap.
Society turned their noses up at all of it. They spat in my face. Nothing I do has ever been, or ever will be good enough for them to accept me as human.
So why should I care about their suffering? When they turn to their fellow humans and chant mantras they neither believe in nor act upon for the shallow approval of their peers? When they wade through life with neither purpose nor meaning, calling themselves masters of a vast and uncaring universe beyond their understanding? When they claim to be supporters of life, yet support the industrialized murder, torture, rape, and molestation of billions of animals who did nothing wrong, by consuming their rotting flesh and excretions not meant for human consumption--and are, in fact, leading causes of heart disease, cancer, stroke, Alzheimer's, diabetes, obesity, and other preventable diseases that cost them so much time and money in medical expenses--for no other reason than they like the taste?
Fuck the world. Fuck people. They are trash. I applaud all the murderers, rapists, and torturers of humans, as they serve the world's only true justice through their deeds. My sympathy for them has entirely dried out. They don't deserve it. Not one scrap.
I know that feel.
