Poison.

I once knew a decent amount of people i could count on, and never did.
That's just the way I am. When I get too close to one human an alarm goes off inside me that yells 'back off'.
And I do. Because I've learned for long enough that my senses are always right.
My hate towards humans always has a reason for existing. And that reason is the sole fact that humans can never be something other than humans.
They cannot see beyond their own selfishness, they cannot see anyone besides themselves.
Because honestly, how many humans do you know that when in misery think of others? None.
Not even one.
I give each and every one a chance at being my friend. And few realize that I do not wish for their misfortune, and I only want them to be beside me and smile when I tell them about my view on everything.
But most after hearing those words get scared, or even worse, they think it's their own view, and take it upon themselves to spout meaningless words that together were supposed to illustrate that one knowledge, but instead is twisted in such way that I almost cannot recognize it.
Almost.
That's when my alarm goes off, and I ignore it, thinking that the effect of my ideas upon you will disappear, but they don't.
Instead they twist and coil around you, around your heart infecting you with poison.
A poison only I can stand.
Because frankly I've never seen a human be able to get past that sick poison and see the truth.
I've never seen one human wake up from the poison induced coma and tell me they know what I mean, but leave that idea alone inside their mind.
I never once saw a human be able to comprehend this idea.
And this is why from now on I will refrain from telling it ever again.
I will refrain from getting too close, from letting you be intoxicated by my poison.
And then you'll continue living your life, and I'll continue living my nightmare.
Because that's what the truth is.
~Post also published on my other blog, because I liked it and now I am too lazy to write a new entry. Also, I have another mindblowing headache.

Fight.

Blinding, soaring, pain coursing through your body as you evolve.
Evolution is never as easy as it seems.
There is the comprehension of pain. And there is you, the human.
Until you choose pain, and ignore the easy way, you will be in pain.
Better safe than sorry.
You can create your immunity to pain through countless pointless evolutions that bring you nothing but infections of your conscious, that bring you more pain.
How you feel is of no importance to me.
But how you are is.
I do not care if you feel like shit, I need you to get up and confront that pain.
I need you alive and breathing.
FIGHT.
Fight the pain, go into override.
Do anything possible to move on, to get up, to start running again.
Because honestly now.
A lifeless shell of what you once were is of no importance to me.

Hide.

Why be such a hypocrite?
Why be such a bastard human when you can be something more dignifying?
Try to cope with me as I go through with this.
I've had enough of you filthy humans who do whatever you want, not caring about how the others around you feel, what they think.
I've had enough of you trying to seem perfect and mysterious by remaining silent when questioned, and not explaining your resolve. Next time there will be hell to pay.
Because honestly, as calm as I can be, I will not be myself the next time.
And as Madness engulfs me I will only smirk as my vision blurs and I am no longer in control.
Because I truly am a monster. I am what I am, and I never once tried to hide it from myself, whereas you are so fake I can see how your movements are irrational, so forced, and your emotions and expressions faked to the core.
But you know better than this.
You know that you can never get through to me with this faulty mask, with this aura of lies and faked emotions.
Your frustrations are so visible it amuses me.
But one thing is for sure.
I've had enough.
I've gotten tired with always trying to get you to accept what you are and be true to yourself.
I will lay low and let you continue lying to yourself and your heart.
The love you feel is just a mere obsession.
The hate I feel is REAL. So real even you can feel it float around me in thick black clouds of rage.
And I will never try to hide it.
But I know you shouldn't as well.
Because you are only human, I will cease to try and educate you into coming to terms with yourself.
Because I am not human, and right now my patience has run out.
I hope you fare well.