I hate life.

But pain is shared, right?

I’m joking.

No one understands hatred better than

me.

Hating yourself can be normal, of course.

Normal-ish.

Maybe.

“Believe in you!” They say.

“Oh, shut up.” Is my retaliation.

Loving being rude equals bad.

Or no.

Love fearing, more like it.

Hate living.

“Equal rights” people chant repeatedly.

Just repeated constantly.

Why?

That question looms over everyone.

Always looming.

Don’t make bad choices.

Pretend someone watches

sleep

eat

survive

cry

die.

Watching

deadly

best

worst

wimpiest

single

coupled

normals.

Watch.