fineinthemorning:

The truth is that I hate everyone.

No, the truth is that I hate myself. 

I don’t think lonely can even apply to me anymore. That would mean I miss being around others. Quite the opposite. If they are not amusing, they’re merely suffocating. I cannot count the number of times I have killed them in my head.

I change my shape to match the situation- new faces, new information, new obligations. Even though I’m playing different parts, they all feel the same. False. Fake. 

No, honest. Honest, because I’m much more comfortable acting than otherwise.

Since the day I was born, I’ve never actually done anything for myself. And by now, after living this life of smiles, lies, laughter, deceit, even if I had the opportunity to change everything, even if I had the choice to do as I pleased-

I wouldn’t even know where to fucking begin.

I take that back. I do hate myself … and everyone else, too. There’s no rule saying you can’t hate everyone. If it were my choice, I’d watch everyone burn.

That bitch in Cohlea. That condescending asshole Matsuri. That smirking son of a bitch, Sasaki. That robot. That bastard Kaiko. All of fucking V. The CCG and its fucking Garden. The Clowns. Kanou. Rize. All of the ghouls. The humans. They’re all the fucking same. Liars. Bastards. Thieves. Murderers. 

Disgusting. 

The world would be better rewritten without any of them. A revolution is pointless. It only serves to provide a temporary solution. 

The permanent solution is destruction. The final solution would mean the end of everyone- of all people- of all-

If the One-Eyed King weren’t in the way, then maybe- It would be possible to-

We need a war.