Life is not fair. But you know what? It is supposed to be like this. Life is supposed to be like this. I grew up in this dreadful world and it was never fair to me? Do you think I liked it? Do you think I enjoyed my blasted tremendous life? No? But did I have a choice? Fuck no? Did I give up? Did I try to end it like you? No? Why? Because I am not a savage.
Life is not fair; your life is not fair. I'm not a savage, but what I am, is a miserable desolating son' of a bitch and life made me like this. Life tossed and pushed me around.
As long as I am in your life I will make you suffer. I will make your life a living hell because I am a stupid piece of shit and a jealous motherfucker that cannot see other people happy. Therefore you are not allowed to be happy. I am a shallow and a corrupt dung that loves to persecute innocents because it makes me strong; it makes me feel better about myself. I am a hateful person that feeds on your sorrow. To see an innocent happy makes me heinously annoyed because that should have been me. That was supposed to be me. So seeing you weak and fragile makes me happy.
It’s not fair, I kept saying, Just like you. It's not fair.But did anyone pay any attention to me? No? Why? Because no one cared, everyone was too selfish, everyone was too self-centered that they couldn't even turn around for one second or even look over their shoulders, no one cared?
In psychology, it is said that a human is surrounded by two different groups, a primary and a secondary. The differences between those two groups is that the primary group is more of a smaller social group that surrounds one by close people who interact through privet social believes and conversation, for instance you and me. The primary group could be anyone you are close with such as your closest friends or family. However in my life, I only had a secondary group which is a social group that communicates in a less privet and personal manner compering to a primary group. That was until I meet you. You were everything I ever wanted. You had everything I ever wanted. All that made me hate you.
So whatever your weak ass is crying about, stop it right now. You don't get to feel sorry about yourself; you don't get to end your life because I made it gloomy. You don't get to do that. You don't get to take the easy way out. Everyone, and I am saying everyone have a difficult path to walk through. So you are not that special, stop feeling sorry for yourself. Stop thinking you are the only one. Get up. Wipe your tiers and get your fucking shit together.
Because regardless of how much hate I have towards you, I still love you.