I Don't Like People

...the further away I am from them, the better.  2 inches is great, 2 feet is great, 2 miles, even better...they don't need me, and I don't need them.  I interact as little as possible with these condescending, patronizing, repugnant creatures...they disgust me with their child-like psychological games I see right through.  I don't even care if they know how horrible they are...Bukowski was right...they're all so boring with the things they talk about.  With their bank accounts and hats and flowers.  It's all a mask they wear.  NO ONE is for real.  People are all basically evil, each and every one, and the sooner we are wiped off the face of this planet, the better.  I hate people, and they hate me.  I'm OK with that.  If they would just leave me alone like I leave them alone and just mind their own business, there wouldn't be any problem...but that's not how it is.  They have this big empty space in themselves, in their lives, that they must fill with ******* with me...if I didn't abhor violence so much, I would have landed myself in prison long ago....

infinitesorrows infinitesorrows
31-35, M
Feb 28, 2010