All I want to do is Destroy. I do not want to Create. I want to Ruin. I want to Ravage. I want to Kill. Building is futile. Construction is irrelevant. I want to Hate. I want to Hate.
NO I DO NOT.
I DO NOT KNOW
I CANNOT KNOW
WHAT I WANT
I feel like I’m writing a novel based on my life. I don’t feel like I’m living in a novel, though.
Thesis: some people really are just bitches.
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