sethy

I tell myself, "It's just a phase, it will pass."
It always does.
I'll go months and months without feeling this way, but without fail it comes back, for a few days, maybe a week.

The faade of happiness I show to the world, that I lead even myself to belive cracks, shatters into thousands of shards, each one representing a different reason for my disgust in humanity.

It's not depression, it's loathing, at my friends, at myself, at people, were just so monotonous, day in and day out scurrying around, like ants, the only difference is our pseudo sense of superiority, we convince ourselves we're better, but what good are we really? What do we really do that is good? We walk around leaving destruction, we cannot help it, we wouldnt live without it, but rather than renewing that which we annul, we just disregard everything.

We're a plague.

A disgusting swarm of all knowing ignorant fools.

Our only purpose in life is to convince ourselves we have a purpose.

I'm no better, I'll still be smiling and telling myself the same old locution...

It's just a phase, it will pass.