It Wrote Itself - Tumblr Posts

The people in my life keep saying I'm a nice. No I'm not, you've talk to me what? four times? That's not long enough to say I'm nice. First impressions are not accurate representations. If they actually knew me, they'd stay was far away from me as possible. They would look at me with distain and fear. They would curse my name. They would despise me to the point of obsession. The thought of me would take over their lives, controlling their every being with the hate they've let consume them. They would be puppets, being pulled on the same strings they desperately try to strangle me with. Their attempts are futile, because their motive is futile. The only thing humans can do with hate, is destroy yourselves and the people who care about you.