AN ESCAPIST'S COLLECTION OF THE IRRELEVANT

My life this week:

What I was thinking:

What I wanted to say to that idiot:

“You’re such a horrible person and you’ll spend the rest of your life searching for an imprint of happiness and love, but you’ll fail because you have no concept of what it is to be a decent human being. You’re malignant, tactless, envious, and ignorant. I think the biggest tragedy of all is that you don’t even know how sad you really are. Your life is empty and you don’t even know it because you’re so in love with your own mediocrity.

…and I feel sorry for you.”

I should’ve been a helluva lot more angry than I was. I’m just exhausted. Some people on this planet are the absolute worst, and I deal with them consistently. Makes me wonder why they are alive and not dead somewhere in a goddamn ditch. Whenever I see horrible, mean people, I try to justify their existence in my head. I think, someone out there must love this person. They must matter to someone. Their existence must be intricately linked to the happiness of another human being. But no, that doesn’t work anymore because I’ve stopped caring. You have to be subhuman if you’re going to be that big of an asshole, and I don’t have patience for selfish, horrible people. I just need to know why it’s so damn difficult for people to be decent and kind? Why can’t humans just excel at this one trait? You gain nothing by being rude to others for no reason. I think for the sake of my sanity, I just need to get the fuck away from all the things and people who are no longer worth my time. I deserve better than whatever the hell this is supposed to be.