I hate this world. I hate it for the weight it crushes us all with. I hate it because it is untrue. I hate it because in seeing how futile it is is to also see how many of us are affected by its weight. I hate it because it has blinded those around me. My absolute hatred of it drives the mining of every minute detail of my life. I am currently on a ferry towards Martha’s vineyard. I recall the insecurity I would feel as child in the presence of others while with my family. I recall the way this environment caused individual reactions within each of my family members. Those feelings were all false, all lies. And as I board today those memories return and in me breeds a deep distaste and hatred for not only the beliefs i’ve held onto but the amount of maniacal digging i’ve had to do to realize that it was all false. All of it. None of this is real. I have seen behind the curtain and it pains me to see the truth from what is presented.
I Hate The World