Every day, the same. I really hate my life. When will it end? Should I do it myself, or wait for someone else to end me? It shouldn't be that much longer since this world is already filled with egotistical maniacs and deranged homicidal freaks. It's only a matter of time before one of them get a glimpse of me.
Friends aren't friends, but secret enemies plotting to kill you, family plotting your demise and waiting for the insurance money. Every glance in every direction I just feel disgust and hatred. Friends, family, neighbors, strangers, no one can be trusted. I hate them all. But I could never tell them how I really feel. Just smile and wave. Cook, clean, serve, obey. Repeat.
Is it me or is life just a horrible dream that you want to wake up from but can't. Some people think life is fulfilling because they have love or money, maybe both. Is that even possible? I wouldn't know, I don't have love or money. What do you do when you have neither, kill everyone who does? Now that's a thought. It actually made me smile. Not a bad idea to kill off all the people who have love and money. Cuddled up next to someone who loves them unconditionally and never worrying about rent or bills. Food. Happy and free all the time. The hatred I feel for those people.
If only I could share how I feel with those of like minds. We could all ban together and kill everyone who has what we don't. Yea, I like the sound of that. Well, maybe. I don't know, because then I would have to talk to others. Who wants that? Communication, mingling, people, yea, no, not my favorite thing to do. Hard pass.
Drive. Just drive. That always seems to quiet the thoughts. You know the thoughts of suicide, or I don't know killing everyone I see. I always wondered why serial killers only kill certain types of people. Why does it matter, they're people, just kill everyone you meet. If you do it that way, maybe you can eliminate more. Did you ever think of that? Maybe you did, what do I know.
Drive, just keep driving, turn the music on. Blast the radio. Drown out the noise in my head. There's a couple on the side of the road. It's 2 something in the morning, why are they out here. Oh, of course they're taking a stroll. Just the two of them. How romantic! I don't have no romantic anything in my life. I should run them over.
Yea, I think I will.