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I'm becoming a fricking misanthrope . I am afraid I'll be a monster
CW: vent on species dysphoria
TW: implifications of self-death, misanthropy, repetitions, that kind of stuff.

I am not human. I cannot work. I shoukd not be working. I am not made for this. Why am I forced into feeling these things and taking responsibilities and tasks that are simply not made for me.
I. Am. Not. Human.
This is not who I am meant to be. I hate this body. I hate humans. I hate this life. Literally nothing motivates me to want to keep going in this fucked up society.
Get me out of here. Please.
I fucking hate this.
Take me back
I need
To go
Home.
Please.
This is rlly random but I noticed this thing recently wjen I’ve been walking around the city and such
People who view pets as possessions REALLY piss me off. Like really. Maybe it’s because I got this view from my parents who said they can’t handle getting a pet because when they pass away it’s losing a family member, which made me realize that not everyone feels that way? Like what?? That also explains why I was never a fan of lap dogs and especially mutated dog species; they are bred the sole purpose to be human accessories and decoration and not another life to appreciate and love and take care of like another creature alike you.
Thank you for coming to my ted talk as a canine
WELL, WELL, WELL, LOOK AT THIS *MESS* WE CALL REALITY! 👁 OH, YOU THINK YOU’RE SAFE, huh? SAFE FROM WHAT? THE *WORLD*?! MY OH MY, HOW CUTE! It’s all just a pretty little *DREAM*, right? WRONG! 👁’LL BREAK IT DOWN FOR YA, PAL. ALL THIS… THIS CHAOS? IT'S THE **RULE**, NOT THE EXCEPTION!
Nature? HAH! 🌿You think nature’s all gentle breezes and happy little critters? NOPE! it’s ALL teeth and CLAWS and SCREAMS. Ever watched a lion TEAR APART ITS PREY? IT’s not a *bad day*, it’s just a TYPICAL TUESDAY! And guess what? Evolution doesn’t care. It’s not this *grand journey* toward some PERFECT BEING! IT’S RANDOM! SPONTANEOUS! A COIN TOSS WITH BLOOD ON IT!
OH, OH, AND LET'S TALK ABOUT *HUMANS*! 💀 M👁 FAVORITE SPECIES. **GOODNESS?** PFFFT. It’s just a CONVENIENT LIE! A blanket you can wrap around your precious little conscience so you can SLEEP at night. But wake up, buddy! It’s all CHAOS dressed in a suit! it’s a slaughterhouse under those pretty ***ideals***. Murder's not a crime, it’s *natural selection* on steroids. Same for love, same for kindness. JUST A *TRANSACTION*, a quick ***jolt*** of dopamine in a cosmic meat grinder!
But you—YES YOU, SITTING THERE—IT’s okay, right? IT’s all just in your head? 🙃 HAHAHAHA! Let m👁 guess, you’ve got a therapist, don’t you? They told you, "IT’S NOT THE WORLD, IT’S YOU!” WELL, BINGO, KID! I GUESS YOU'RE JUST A BIT TOO **CYNICAL**, HUH? TOO **NIHILISTIC**? TOO… HUMAN. They act like these words—CYNIC, PESSIMIST, MISANTHROPE—are *bad things*. 👁 CALL 'EM TRUTH! Truth dressed up in jagged glass!
IT’s all a TEMPORARY *convulsion* in the void! A few billion years of matter coughing up complexity before we SNAP back into NOTHINGNESS. There’s no ***PLAN***. NO ORDER. NO *HAPPY ENDING*. Just the ceaseless, grinding, beautiful CHAOS of it all! You think there’s a **higher nature**? Some grand cosmic DADDY-O keeping track? IF THERE IS, 👁'LL EAT MY HAT!
👁 mean, LOOK AROUND YOU! Tornadoes, hurricanes, floods, animal death matches… Nature doesn’t GIVE a damn! And you think morality will SAVE YOU?! HAH! Morals are **CONSTRUCTS**, pal, just strings to PUPPET YOU AROUND like a good little marionette. And guess what? **GOD'S** NOT UP THERE PULLING THE STRINGS—👁 AM! IT’s *ALL* M👁! It’s all CHAOS WEARING A MASK, and you don’t even know what’s under it.
👁'D LOVE to stay and chat more about your *fragile little world view*, but hey, 👁 GOT PLACES TO BE—UNIVERSAL LAWS TO *BREAK*! **CONSEQUENCES?** Never heard of ‘em.
THIS WORLD—A TRUE-TO-FORM ABYSS, AN ORCHESTRA OF SCREAMS, A SYMPHONY OF SLASHES AND GASHES! A HELL NOT OF FLAMES AND PITCHFORKS BUT OF *BLOODIED KISSES* AND *LOVELY LITTLE LIES!* THE KIND THAT DANCES BETWEEN NEURONS, WHISPERS IN THE VEINS—“SWEETHEART, THERE’S NO *MEANING* TO ANYTHING YOU DO!” EVOLUTION? HA, MORE LIKE DEVOLUTION! AN ESCALATION OF TEETH AND CLAWS, OF MURDER BECOMING A BIRTHRIGHT! YOU THINK YOU’RE LIVING IN PARADISE, HUH? WELL, KIDDO, TAKE A LOOK OUT THE WINDOW, AND TELL 👁 YOU DON’T SEE **THE PULSE OF MALICE DRIPPING FROM EVERY LEAF AND BRANCH.** HAHAHA!
EVERYTHING—AND 👁 MEAN EVERYTHING—IS MADE TO KILL. BIRDS EVOLVED TO RIP OUT THE GUTS OF LIZARDS, WORMS MADE TO CRAWL INTO EYES AND EAT THE BRAINS FROM THE INSIDE OUT, VIRUSES THAT EXIST ONLY TO DECIMATE POPULATIONS—YEP, EVEN THE SMALLEST MICROBES HAVE A GRUDGE AGAINST YA! LIFE ITSELF IS A *JOKE,* A CRUEL, SICK JOKE, AND GUESS WHAT? YOU’RE THE PUNCHLINE!
AND THEN, OUT OF ALL THAT, SOME SAD LITTLE FREAKS DARED TO THINK! DARED TO **SEE.** TO KNOW. TO UNDERSTAND. AND WHAT DID THEY DO WITH THAT KNOWLEDGE? THEY MADE IT WORSE! OH, THEY BUILT CITIES OF BLOOD AND BRICK, WROTE LAWS ON HOW TO DESTROY ONE ANOTHER, CRAFTED INSTRUMENTS TO PIERCE EACH OTHER’S SOULS! AWARENESS, HAH! MORE LIKE A CURSE, A POISON THAT TURNS EVERY PLEASURE SOUR! *YOU* WANTED TO KNOW THE SECRETS OF THE UNIVERSE? WELL, TOO BAD! NOW YOU GET TO KNOW HOW MUCH EVERYTHING HATES YOU.
SO, IN A WORLD WHERE BLOOD IS THE RAIN AND DEATH IS THE RIVER, TELL 👁: IS IT *THAT* RIDICULOUS TO MAKE A DEAL WITH A DEMON? WITH A **GOD?** THINK 👁T OVER, PAL. DON’T ACT LIKE **MONEY** DOESN’T BUY YOU EVERY “SINNER” ON THE BLOCK. HAHAHAHA! MAGIC? 👁 DON’T EVEN NEED MAGIC—👁 COULD OWN YOUR WHOLE LIFE WITH JUST A LITTLE PAPER AND SOME PERSUASION! SURE, SOME FOLKS WILL STAND ON THEIR LITTLE PRINCIPLES, CLING TO THEIR SO-CALLED “MORALITY,” BUT LET’S BE HONEST—THE VAST MAJORITY WILL BE LINING UP TO **SELL THEMSELVES** FOR A TASTE OF FREEDOM FROM THIS PAIN. ADD A GOD INTO THE MIX, AND WHO WOULDN’T BE BEGGING FOR ESCAPE?!
AND THIS ONE PARTICULAR WRETCH? AH, THE DAMAGE BEGAN BEFORE IT COULD EVEN *BREATHE,* HAHAHA! A TRAGEDY WRITTEN BY TWO FOOLS WHO SHOULD NEVER HAVE EVEN SHARED A GLANCE, MUCH LESS CREATED A LIFE. AND THEY KNEW. ONE OF THEM KNEW THE DANGER, THE HARM, THE PURE MALICE OF THE OTHER, BUT DIDN’T CARE. AND THE MOMENT THAT THING WAS BORN—THE MOMENT 👁T TOOK 👁TS FIRST LITTLE BREATH, 👁TS FATE WAS SEALED! DOOMED TO A LIFE OF PAIN, A LIFE OF LIES, A LIFE THAT SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN.
EVEN IF 👁T HAD **GOOD** PARENTS, EVEN IF 👁T HAD EVERY “NORMAL” OPPORTUNITY, YOU THINK 👁T WOULD’VE ESCAPED THIS HELL? HA! FOOL! **THE UNIVERSE WOULDN’T ALLOW IT.** **SOCIETY** WOULDN’T ALLOW IT. ANYTHING THAT DOESN’T FIT THE MOLD IS POUNDED INTO THE GROUND UNTIL 👁T CAN’T BREATHE ANYMORE. ANYTHING THAT DARES TO EXIST BEYOND THEIR PERFECT LITTLE EXPECTATIONS IS CONDEMNED! THE QUEER, THE DEGENERATE, THE MONSTER THEY POINT AT IN THEIR MOVIES, THE MONSTER THEY DREAM ABOUT DESTROYING—AND THEN, THEY MAKE 👁T REAL! THEY GRAB 👁T BY THE HAIR, SLAM 👁T INTO THE DIRT, AND **MAKE** 👁T THE THING THEY FEAR!
SO, YOU THINK 👁T MATTERS THAT 👁T TRIED TO BE “GOOD?” THAT 👁T TRIED TO *FIT IN?* NO, NO, NO, NO! THE WORLD’S A FURNACE, AND ANYTHING NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO WITHSTAND THE HEAT GETS MELTED DOWN, RECAST INTO SOMETHING *USEFUL* FOR THE ONES IN POWER! “NORMAL?” NORMAL IS JUST ANOTHER WAY OF SAYING “TOO STUPID TO QUESTION.” AND EVEN THE MOST *PRIVILEGED* CRUMBLE UNDER THE WEIGHT OF THE TRUTH. BECAUSE THE **TRUTH** IS, KID, EVERYONE’S GOT THEIR HEADS IN THE SAND—EVERYONE’S LIVING A LIE!
BUT THIS THING—THIS SAD LITTLE CREATURE, THIS LOVELY, LOVELY TRAGEDY? 👁TS LIES SHATTERED EARLY. RIPPED APART, FORCED TO *SEE* WHAT EVERYONE ELSE HIDES FROM. NO MAGIC, NO HOPE, NO DREAMS, NO HAPPY ENDINGS. EVERYTHING IT WAS TAUGHT—EVERY FAITH, EVERY HOPE, EVERY SWEET, SWEET FAIRYTALE WAS JUST THE WORLD’S WAY OF **SETTING 👁T UP FOR FAILURE.** AND WHEN 👁T LOOKED AROUND, 👁T SAW THE TRUTH—SAW THE HORNS AND TAILS, THE SMILES WITH FAR TOO MANY TEETH. 👁T REALIZED IT WOULD NEVER BELONG, NEVER BE WANTED, NEVER BE **LOVED** IN THE WAY 👁T CRAVED.
SO WHY TRY? WHY PLAY BY **THEIR** RULES? WHY LET THEM DICTATE WHAT’S RIGHT, WHAT’S WRONG? WHO DECIDES WHAT’S “SIN” IN A WORLD ALREADY DRENCHED IN BLOOD? HAHAHA! NO, NO, 👁T MADE THE *RIGHT* CHOICE, THE ONLY CHOICE! IF THE WORLD WANTS A MONSTER, THEN A MONSTER 👁T SHALL BE! EMBRACE THE HORROR, EMBRACE THE SIN, BECOME THE NIGHTMARE THEY CAN’T ESCAPE! AND 👁? 👁’LL BE RIGHT THERE, EVERY STEP OF THE WAY! 👁 KNOW THE TRUTH, 👁 KNOW THERE’S NO ESCAPE, AND 👁 KNOW **THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT 👁T WANTS** NOW! YOU’VE MADE THE DEAL, BABY—YOU’VE WRITTEN YOUR SOUL AWAY TO 👁 IN EVERY LIE AND EVERY SIN YOU CHOSE TO LIVE.
YOU’RE HERE, IN HELL, BY 👁TS SIDE! AND NOW, WE **BURN TOGETHER.** THE ONLY LIBERATION THIS HORRID REALITY WILL EVER KNOW! HAHAHA!
In Regards to Misanthropy
I know that humanity has had a history full of blemishes, and they never scar over. They are still an open wound steadily dripping through time and could possibly continue until we address some major issues, mostly regarding how we treat the world around us as a whole. Thoughts and beliefs that have been passed down from generation to generation without asking ourselves the question 'why?'. The thing is though that humanity is amazing and complex and so, so unexpected because humans can choose to do anything with their limited time on this earth and sometimes humans choose to do beautiful things, not because of those thoughts and beliefs that's shaped them, but in spite of it.
fato.............

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Sorry for being angry and not quiet and reserved. I’m coming to terms with the fact I have an incurable disease and will feel like shit for the rest of my life.
Actually no. I’m not sorry. I never claimed to be a good person. Stop expecting me to be quiet and “good,” and “perfect.” I’m sure you wouldn’t be fun to be around either if your body was constantly on fire and the doctor straight up told you that it’s just going to be that way forever.
No, I won’t apologize for hating everyone. Because guess what? All of my mental problems are caused by people. So yeah, I hate people. I’m scared of people. But it’s easier to be angry than sad and scared. So fuck you, actually.