I hate people. I fucking hate them. How they are so fucking hypocritical and they don't bother to acknowledge the fact.

How they just think others will give them shit and try to make them happy.

How they become so blind of the real world, causing this ignorance to be the death of them.

How they all try to be different, but forget the differences make them all of the same.

Most of all, I hate people for how they make me feel. They awake emotions of which I do not want, or enjoy the feel of.

I try to stay immune, but sometimes it's hard when one is so lonely. The strongest person alive couldn't go a day and a half without the knowledge that someone else in the world knows and is empathetic to their feelings.

But when one is shielded from this fact, one tends to go insane, and believe to be alone in the world.

I'm off track, aren't I?

This is what people have done to me, and few others, because of their idiocy, or just plain arrogance.

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Raven's Input: I wrote that along ass time ago. Hm... Everything still stands. Tell me what you think, or if you want to argue my views.