One hasn't experienced hell, until one is at the mercy of neighbours.
I remember all the bullying, in primary school and in high school. They terrorised me, until I had no choice but to drop out. All my "friends" abandoned me at that time.
I remember after that, I committed the ultimate sin by smoking cannabis once a week. The consequences were bad trips. The first time I knew I was in trouble was when I was watching Seinfeld back in the 90s, and the people's arms made a "ghhhhs" sound when they moved them. Don't get me started about how I perceived their brains inside their heads.
The original sin didn't justify the suffering I experienced. It's hard to endure these thoughts whilst having a panic attack, and your heart is palpitating, and you actually hear the gushing sound inside your chest.
These days, I'm clean from any drugs, but the nightmare still remains.
It's defeating to be the observer of such a pungent side of humans, as they continuously treat me like a piece of shit
I think others are antagonised by me, because I see their ugly sides, I am an observer, perceiving people from a vantage point that no one else ever has.
It doesn't matter who you are, if you have a problem with me, you are a dictator of my impending misery.
I fucking hate people.
No comments:
Post a Comment