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April 02, 2006 To me… ( in third person) |
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I hate you. You think you are perfect? You think you are worth living? You think you deserve life and more importantly, love? The answer to all the questions above is simplicity itself, NO. How can you even pretend that others like you, when even I, who am closest to you and know you better than anybody else, hate you and want to see you dead. Is your life worth living? I really don’t think so. Would anybody else miss you after you’re gone? Not substantially. Have you made any mark for yourself through which others can remember you? No, no, no. And given your way of life, your attitude, the way you use your non-existant talents, the only hope I see for you is in Death, buddy. You are a totally useless piece of junk, you don’t deserve life. You are just using up the Earth’s precious resources without giving anything back. I hate you. Wish you were born dead, but sadly you weren’t. At least take some initiative now. Let the one thing you accomplish in life be Death. For I know you can accomplish little else…little else. If you were only useless, it was understandable. People without any sense of purpose seem to move on easy. But not only are you worthless, you even seem to vex others, others who are infinitely better than me. Let those who deserve to live, live in peace and happiness. Quit your stressful life. They are angels to have borne you all this while. Give them some respite at least now. You pathetic waste of life. It won't be that painful, it isn't that hard. Compared to what others have had to go through because of you it's nothing. “Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace." Oscar Wilde. |
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