Headed To Oblivion

Where is the line between good and evil?


Apparently, it is a thin one. The individuals I have allowed to walk though my door have caused me immense grief. Is it my overly generous, push-over persona? Or does everyone in this world just have no respect? Yet, everyday I am treated like a dog forces me to become stronger, more optimistic. I try to steer away for such horrid people. I have recently found a group that treats me like an actual human being. Not a victim. I appreciate these few so much, even if I do barely know them.


Sociopaths.


Fucking sociopaths. How can such low-life, hateful, emotionless, heinous drones exist? Their mission is to dehumanize innocent people for their own sick pleasure. I can tolerate a lot of oppression and let downs. But these vicious people take the god damned cake for making me feel like utterly worthless. The take the cake all for themselves, I might add. They gain so much pride for saying awful thing. Clearly with no mental restraint or grace. One sociopath with an inkling of power can tear anything apart in just a matter of time. Recovery? Seemingly impossible. Maybe Hitler was a sociopath... The do have naziesque mentalities...


Perhaps I'm pathetic. Or depressed. Or oblivious. Or unintelligent. At least I can make a name for myself. I may not be the most eloquent person. At least I can make a point. I may not be the nicest person. At least I am loved. I make not be the most talented person. At least I have ambition.


My heart is coming home. I can move on when it does. Until then, I will continue to head further into oblivion.



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