My Dear,
I just wanted to ask you something...
What's wrong with me?
I mean... I don't know, honestly.
Today I was talking to some random person I get to see everyday. I was like "Hey, do I behave like an obnoxious person?"
I know this question makes utter nonsense, just out of the blue. But... I don't know... I wanted to hear this answer. Sometimes I notice how my behaviour gets weird but sometimes I even end up feeling offensive.
"Why would you ask me that?" She replied.
Well... I actually don't know... I always do my best not to look rude and many people tell me I'm well mannered but sometimes I feel like I don't precisely know what to say and end up being rude or too cheeky.
Maybe it's because I hate people.
Yes, although I often try my best to convince myself otherwise, I despise people a lot. I believe there are no more people to trust, including me. So I always end up thinking that trying to find good in people is just as useless as trying to chase our tail just like dogs. So I give up, slowly losing all the faith that's left in me in this human race.
But what if this shows? I mean... I don't even care if people start to hate me because of something I've said. I just don't want to make people feel bad for me.
Maybe I don't want to hate people.
Maybe I want to maintain the hope that someday someone will change my mind about it.
Maybe I've already found this person.
Maybe I lost it, already.
I remember that time we were talking about how worthless caring for people is.
I remember thinking that I really wanted to tell you it wasn't completely like that.
I remember thinking that caring for you had been the only thing I had ever found worthy.
I don't remember how I quit thinking so.
Do you remember?
How we shared everything
How we weren't wasting our lives
How we used to build a new world
For the ones who didn't fit in this one
For us.
But the line keeping our minds close
was too tiny and fragile.
Someone must have stepped on it.
Somehow it broke.
Somehow, I feel like it'll never be fixed.
I hate this world, fondly.
I hate how all the good things
Can just fade away for no reason.
I hate how there's nothing sure
Nothing worth living for.
And God, I hate people.
Tiny beings wandering around me.
Aimlessly living.
They've got the biggest gift
every being on this earth could receive
which is their mind,
and look at how they're wasting it.
It's a mad world.
"Yes" she answered.
"Okay" I said. "Thanks."
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