Confessions

I know I have personality fluctuations.
I know I am sometimes if not all the time, fatally honest.
But I look back on the things I say about people and the demeaning comments and the way I make people look inferior.

I feel sad every time I do so.
Because though I was never wrong,
It meant that humanity had no hope left.

Thanks for pretending to be my friends, but I don't need that.
Thanks very much for violating my trust.
Thanks very much for being a gossip whore.
Thanks very much for the labels.
Thanks very much for the isolation.

It made me more than you, and less than you.
It made me nothing.

Everything must die in the end.
I am nothing.
Nothing cannot die.