Going to get drunk. Right now I'm on the tram. Going to meet up P to give him vodka and get cigarettes.
I hate people. Wherever I look I just see people desperately trying to be their facade. Thinking that they are what they look like. Desperately fearing that it isn't so. Am I any different? That's the problem with misanthropy. Sooner or later you'll realize that you are a part of humanity. That you are no different.
I don't want this. I don't want to hate and fear everytime I step out of the door. I want to remember the good things people do to eachother too.
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