Qech__
everything I say is satire
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At the same time, I don't view myself as human. Honestly, I don't even know what it means to be "human" anymore. My entire life has been a case of "me versus them." Everybody else is part of this one big monolith. What goes on inside this monolith? How are their daily lives? Do they laugh and make memories with the people around them? How do they see me?
I've always had to rely on myself. "Other people" are either apathetic to my existence or antagonize me. They don't see any worth in me. Who am I to them? Another fucking loser? A nobody? All they do is hurt me. Hell, even my own mind hurts me, but at least it is the one safe place I have.
I've come to hate "other people." I see myself as superior to them. I pride myself in my academic and career accomplishments over them. I pride myself in the fact that this pain is all that I have. I pride myself in the fact I am not weak like them. Whenever I hear a story from "other people" about them crying over a lost relationship, I can't feel anything for them. I see them as less than human. They are faceless and nameless.
I despise the puny behaviors that "other people" engage in. I hate it when they go out and party, have nights out with their friends, date, have relationships, cry over funerals and the dead, have moments of vulnerability with other people, celebrate the small wins and the big wins, anything that it means to a human.
I've always had to rely on myself. "Other people" are either apathetic to my existence or antagonize me. They don't see any worth in me. Who am I to them? Another fucking loser? A nobody? All they do is hurt me. Hell, even my own mind hurts me, but at least it is the one safe place I have.
I've come to hate "other people." I see myself as superior to them. I pride myself in my academic and career accomplishments over them. I pride myself in the fact that this pain is all that I have. I pride myself in the fact I am not weak like them. Whenever I hear a story from "other people" about them crying over a lost relationship, I can't feel anything for them. I see them as less than human. They are faceless and nameless.
I despise the puny behaviors that "other people" engage in. I hate it when they go out and party, have nights out with their friends, date, have relationships, cry over funerals and the dead, have moments of vulnerability with other people, celebrate the small wins and the big wins, anything that it means to a human.





