“I am not angry, for I loathe. I loathe not myself nor the world, the happy nor hopeful. To say I were jealous would be a lie. To myself and the world. To call my hatred and disgust jealously, would be to say the great Nazis lost due to the miserable Jews compliance. For one to loathe, jealousy isn’t required to talk. One may loathe murders, the bullies of the world, not this tainted soul. No, for I loathe more so even the bullied folk. For one to be true one mustn’t lie. I do not fit into the true group. I will lie.” Something I’m writing. Enjoy.
