Deep down I’m still the same neurotic kid, destined to be ostracized for manic behavior.
I get so worked up I ramble on and on to my only friend, I have to add this and that, constantly in fear of how I’m being judged, and it only gets worst and worst as my emotional instability becomes more and more prominent, it becomes an annoyance, which only exacerbates the emotional response.
Can I live a life without friends? Is my very cognition so extreme, and toxic, that other people just can’t deal with it?
Deep down I’m an angry, belligerent, screaming kid, except now I have armor, and weapons. I appear callous, and indifferent, confident, and I often feel like a tradesmen, I know that like many, I have unique abilities and strengths that hold my chest up. Except I still want to hurt everyone that even resembles the kids that rejected me, my dad that beat the hell out of me, and pointed guns. In fact, I’ll take a murder charge, I’ll probably get along just fine with the people I get stuck with.
I get so fucking angry, I don’t believe in good, science has taught me that it is my role to kill, and you don’t need a gun, you need an attitude, a hammer, a drop of mercury, if they do drugs, let them hit a big rip of fentanyle.
I’m never going to get what I need, I’m probably going to go to jail for getting albuterol imported. I got asthma on my military records, I’m bipolar and no ones helping. I’m trying to stay a stable individual, but every adversity, any time a math question is too hard, when I’m falling behind on my commissions, I go back to one instinct, Kill the person that atrocitized my inferior genes. Become the king of phychomotor retards, I’ll get some ponies tattooed on me before I go to prison, so people will know that I don’t give a fuck.
If I lose my only friend because I’m a phycho piece of work then fuck it. I’ve seen the inner most complexities of my mind, and without depakote the animal in me won’t stop thrashing at and damaging my most complex faculties of reason.
Look, I ain’t going to kill no one, my dad is destroying his life with drugs the VA gives him, on top of meth and screwdrivers. His mind is so gone, that there is nothing left to kill.
If I can’t have a friend then my mind is gone, and sometimes good people try to be my friend, but we don’t understand each other on fundamental levels. I don’t believe in the good of humanity, we used thermal nuclear devices on civilian targets. I don’t believe I have the capacity to be good, science taught me that I’m a natural born killer. I can’t survive without eating animals I adore because I’m so poor, it’s like I’m force fed my best friends. Have you seen a cow? They’re amazing. Everything I must pledge to protect is fundamentally violent, and selfish.. Just like me. I’ll take whatever risk to be the king of destruction, because I know that it’s the fate of successful genetic variance, otherwise I’m just sludge in the gears of the grand delusion.