i can't help but hate you, you the taker of hope, the crusher of dreams. you wear the mask of an innocent, of somebody capable of nothing this bad. but inside you know, know that you could do anything. that when faced with a tough deicison you would pick what suits you best. thinking only of yourself, you don't spare others a single thought. they like everyone else are a means to an end to you. you, who is above caring, above living with the normals, you are pathic, stupid and will never amount to anything. selfish. self-absorbed. you cry because the world no longer holds any joy for you. it's just a place. nothing more, nothing less. that ho