except it’s never healthy.
it’s never okay.
it’s always the same, it will always cause harm
yet no one seems to get that
i don’t understand…
how do you creatures live with yourselves???
and no, this isn’t just a tired me opinion
nor is it something i can just brush off and ignore-
it follows me everywhere, even the wanting everyone to die part.
once someone becomes one of Those People, i simply can’t feel any trust towards them.
no matter how important they were to me, how much i cared, one wrong word and it’s all gone.
to me, they aren’t human anymore.
i think the easiest way to explain it is using murder-
if a close friend of yours casually and guiltlessly confessed to your group that they strangled two children to death at a park in indiana before cannibalizing them over the course of two weeks, would you still feel safe around them? would you still be able to see them as a close trusted friend? even if you know they’d never murder you, they’re still no longer someone you can associate with
and if they started giving detailed descriptions of the bodies, how they struggled and fought back, and the way their flesh tasted, wouldn’t you also feel sick to your stomach, or maybe even start crying?
well that’s how i feel towards this stuff
the only difference is that gore in most cases is less traumatizing
but of course, i’m still physically incapable of hating people without directing it towards myself
like oh, you dislike someone? well time to initiate self-destruct mode cause you’re clearly the problem and the world would be better off if you were never born
i’ve been searching every corner of the internet for months, trying to find other people like me, but the only thing so far that could explain it is that i’m delusional as fuck
so maybe i am the problem
maybe you all are ok and i’m the one who should drop dead
but i’m not letting go
i will never be like you
you’re all worth nothing
i hate you so much
i don’t want to
but i can’t make myself care again
i hate talking about it cause it’s embarrassing that this is even a problem, like name one fear more pathetic than this, i dare you-
but it’s still there
no matter how stupid
and there’s nothing i can really do
none of that made sense, did it
oh well
i’m going back to bed
might come back in five minutes to pretend i made it all up again or play some sort of victim card to avoid consequences like the worthless little bitch i am