I just got back from my interview, I don't really give a shit on how it went.
I didn't sleep much either, my head hurt and I couldn't stop thinking. When I woke up it was as if I never slept because my train of thought continued from where it left off.
I don't like people. Always with their bullshit. It's about time I stopped believing the positive things people tell me, it's all fucking lies. You shouldn't believe shit people tell you either. No matter who says it; wether it's a prostitute, significant other, bum, priest, or family member.
Everyone fucking lies, and worst of all they want to believe the lies that they themselves say. It's like anarchy, everyone wants to be an anarchist. People, fuck you. It's always about love when it comes to people, nothing else. Love isn't fucking real, I have said it and I have given proof that it doesn't exist, yet people still believe in it. Everyone just wants to believe in illusions.
This is what I believe that young people think on love, it's always them and some fucking hopeless situation that is just ever so fucking hopeless. The belief on hopeless romanticism is self-fed shit. Those religious types are the worst, you know that your god looks down upon what you do. There is absolutely nothing you can do to preserve your faith once you clearly open mindedly chose to disobey the rules that were given to you. Don't repent, kill yourself for being a liar. You will go to hell once you die anyway.
It's always sex with people, why don't they just believe me? is it so hard to just accept the truth? Those despicable words people say, "I love you", you people should be hunted down like the animals you are. People are nothing more than common dogs; they eat, sleep, fuck and they look at me weird. Fuck you. I am not some naive shit that believes in that fucking illusion you try to show to everyone. Fuck you. Quit fucking lying.
That is what it really is, demons. You people are the devil. Fuck you. I don't like anything about you because as if it isn't enough that you constantly have to fellate your fake beliefs, you try to somehow compensate for what you know you shouldn't be doing and say, "I love you". Fuck you. I sure as hell fucking hope that there is an afterlife and that all of you burn like a dog doused in gasoline. You make me fucking sick. Fuck you, and your emotion that is less pure than vomit.
I fucking swear, one day people will fucking hear what I have to say. They will know that love isn't real, wether I change one mind or a million; people will listen to me, wether they want to or not.