I wish I was normal. The common folk don’t get picked on, taunted nor disrespected. I don’t like the pain. I want to have someone I can call my own and this someone can help weather some of my burden. But I’m a broken person. Who would want someone like me? Who would want a burden?

I merely want to have a place in this world; to know I have an equal opportunity to live my life happily. But no… They just cannot leave me alone. I must constantly be on guard against invalidation that cuts over old scars.

Since, I cannot be at peace, I will make sure to drag those responsible into the very same abyss I have drowned in. I will make sure they will not breathe. I will make sure they will be blind and lose sight of a happy life.  I want them to struggle, to slowly die in paranoia and desperation; no escape.

I cannot be the noble person anymore. He has died.