Stage 5: Acceptance
November 11, 2009
My life has been, and always will be one long social exclusion after another because I’m a nice person. I’m kind and I care about what people think, I take it on and I get hurt. I’m not set in my ways, I’m searching for more. I’m open, and hate is a damn cry bigger margin of the incoming emotion than love. This world … I hate this world.
My life has been one long process to formulate a big fat fucking HATE for this world, for everything in it and all of the instinctual processes that instigate human drama after human drama after human fucking drama.
There is no point, only a start and an end. And a struggle.
Every time I love someone, I get hurt.
Because I’m soft. SOFT AND CRUSHABLE.
