I hate people who think they're special cause they're not.
We're all told from a young age how unique we are but when we grow up and get older we see the world around us for what it really is and that's when we realize how insignificant we are in the spectrum of life.
If I had to be honest, death seems far more thrilling than living. So much so that there are times when I seek it or don't really care if it's out to get me.
Life is nothing but an endless void where the rich enjoy it yet are not fulfilled and the poor seek out what they don't have.
So really I hate people who believe they are special to the extent that they believe they can change a system that has been ruling over mankind since the dawn of time.
Truly, how ignorant can one be?
I much rather enjoy my time being the mob character who is hardly even drawn in a comic and hardly seen in the background. At least that way I can somewhat enjoy a peaceful life full of nothing but perfectly predictable days as I await my death.
This is the imprint I wish to leave on the world.
An empty hardly seeable imprint.
- JoinedJuly 3, 2019
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