I hate society and wish everyone died so that I wouldn't have to continuously mask my true thoughts. Everyone is a sheep and follows a social contract in which most succeed in. The ones who don't are condemned to eternal sorrow. I'm one of the losers. And the ones who seek care only obtain it from the ones who succeeded. Yet it is ironic that I view people as 'sheep' in a way to undermine their lack of intelligence when humanity itself is weak.
Yet do I feel pain to lose? I feel staleness. But I am edged on by my recurring belief. It's all in my head. Everything, this universe, everyone you know, is all your imagination.
I. control. this. universe.