R.E.V.O.L.U.T.I.O.N.

I hate the class system. I HATE IT. I. HATE. IT. I hate it so much that it hurts and makes me cry sometimes. I hate it so much that at times I fantasize about parts of this town being engulfed in flames and every fucking traitor and suck up suffering a faith worse than those they suck up to. I fantasize about people being crucified and smashing peoples faces in with bottles and seeing their faces freeze in fear when they realize that "no, daddies money won't get me out of this one" and then they die and I wear their well groomed fucking faces as a bloody mask, and their oily scalps as decorations and their credit cards as medals on a spear. "TRY LOOKING DOWN ON ME WHEN MY BOOT IS ON YOUR NECK AND YOUR MOUTH IS ON THE CURB!"

I really think that at times. In my head I see their faces imploding and going out trough the back of their heads when I shoot them.

How do you tell someone that? How do you tell someone that just living in a world with other people makes you feel like that? How do you tell anyone that without looking like your losing it? How do you even admit it to yourself, that people is getting to you so much, that other people make you feel so small? So small and worthless? And that there really isn't anything I can do, because they will always spot me. Always. And they will detest me even more for trying.