You've got your scars from self harm. Self inflicted cynicism. & you continue, with your self righteous criticism. S'though no one else is good enough to put in your book of stories. Because you've created a self biography. You believe in your own autonomy. & no one else's opinions are justifiable or reliable enough to exist. You're one nihilistic, over-sadistic piece of shit that is just a minuscule fraction of what this world is comprised of.. i hate, boy do i hate you with all my deep integrity. Because well, you are the malignant characteristic of the world, disrupting and corrupting the minds of the convivial. Like a leach indulging on the sweet soul of angels. Better i use the word reaper? The very embodiment of death itself. With your infectious honesty of deep hatred and you confuse that all for modesty. You're a fool, I'm a fool for once believing in your malarkey. I held you on such a pedestal but now those towers are tumbling. ill see you in hell ill meet you there with the dagger that you've placed in my heart. Thats the only thing i could gratify, is that you didn't stab me in the back.