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the art of being alone
- Jan 25, 2024
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I feel like I hate every person around me. And it's not easy having to live around them.
I hate their ideas. I hate their meaningless small talk, gossip about trivialities, their stupid ambitions, I hate the fact that they think they need a purpose. I hate their houses, cars, doctors, trips, restaurants, the stupid ways they find to numb themselves. I hate the fact that they only think you have value based on what you can provide them with. What is purpose anyway? I don't have one, not in the way they accept it. I'm incapable of fitting in, and that's neither beautiful nor romantic, because I don't like the person they project onto me, the simplistic version they see when they look at me. I hate it so much.
I hate their ideas. I hate their meaningless small talk, gossip about trivialities, their stupid ambitions, I hate the fact that they think they need a purpose. I hate their houses, cars, doctors, trips, restaurants, the stupid ways they find to numb themselves. I hate the fact that they only think you have value based on what you can provide them with. What is purpose anyway? I don't have one, not in the way they accept it. I'm incapable of fitting in, and that's neither beautiful nor romantic, because I don't like the person they project onto me, the simplistic version they see when they look at me. I hate it so much.