The world is steeped in hipocracy.
People take anything and everything that they see as 'different' and used it as a scapegoat for their own failings or to hide from the real problems.
People teach themselves and their kids to hate and fear each other for no good reason.
I was taught, growing up, that poor people were all lazy and stupid and would rather live on welfare than work for their money--and I'd believed it until I was old enough to go out in the world on my own and discover just how much bullshit that was.
I've heard whispers, here and there, about people, groups of people who would go out and find a guy they figured was a f** and beat him to death.
For fun.
My mom loved to create drama, and I hope to whatever deity out there that my sisters don't follow her example.
My dad and his superficiality have broken down over the years and now it's like he's just getting old and tired of holding up the wealthy CEO persona.
And you know what it all comes down to?
Everything we've ever known, everything we've been taught since the moment we were born--everything our parents told us, everything books and television and the radio and the movies and the entire ******** world told us--is all bullshit.
Lies.
Every form of reality we've ever been presented with is fake.
It's built up to look good and clean and technicolor and make you believe that everything can go like it says in the script and there'll be a happy ending.
Everyone will laugh in unison, the hero will ride into the sunset, the closing credits will roll and everything will be okay again.
But it won't.
None of that is real.
None of it.
And that's why I'm angry--because the entire ******** world is fake.
And the worst part is...
The worst part is we believe this s**t.
We want it to be real and we'll go so ******** far even to pretend that it is.
People all around me live out their lives every day steeped in this s**t, all this fake, and they love it, they let it suck their souls out until they're brainless automatons who never question anything.
I go to school every day and that place, everyone in it, it's so fake it makes me sick.
I buy tons of romance novels, and I read them.
They make me sick, but I can't stop.
Because I know it's fake but I want it to be real.
I want it so bad.
I'm just like all of them, everyone else trying to make something real out of everything that's fake when it's impossible.
And I don't even know anymore how to tell the difference...
People take anything and everything that they see as 'different' and used it as a scapegoat for their own failings or to hide from the real problems.
People teach themselves and their kids to hate and fear each other for no good reason.
I was taught, growing up, that poor people were all lazy and stupid and would rather live on welfare than work for their money--and I'd believed it until I was old enough to go out in the world on my own and discover just how much bullshit that was.
I've heard whispers, here and there, about people, groups of people who would go out and find a guy they figured was a f** and beat him to death.
For fun.
My mom loved to create drama, and I hope to whatever deity out there that my sisters don't follow her example.
My dad and his superficiality have broken down over the years and now it's like he's just getting old and tired of holding up the wealthy CEO persona.
And you know what it all comes down to?
Everything we've ever known, everything we've been taught since the moment we were born--everything our parents told us, everything books and television and the radio and the movies and the entire ******** world told us--is all bullshit.
Lies.
Every form of reality we've ever been presented with is fake.
It's built up to look good and clean and technicolor and make you believe that everything can go like it says in the script and there'll be a happy ending.
Everyone will laugh in unison, the hero will ride into the sunset, the closing credits will roll and everything will be okay again.
But it won't.
None of that is real.
None of it.
And that's why I'm angry--because the entire ******** world is fake.
And the worst part is...
The worst part is we believe this s**t.
We want it to be real and we'll go so ******** far even to pretend that it is.
People all around me live out their lives every day steeped in this s**t, all this fake, and they love it, they let it suck their souls out until they're brainless automatons who never question anything.
I go to school every day and that place, everyone in it, it's so fake it makes me sick.
I buy tons of romance novels, and I read them.
They make me sick, but I can't stop.
Because I know it's fake but I want it to be real.
I want it so bad.
I'm just like all of them, everyone else trying to make something real out of everything that's fake when it's impossible.
And I don't even know anymore how to tell the difference...
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