I cannot explain this. Once again I feel blind anger. Nothing directly done to cause it but the shittiest of shit. People I don't like. People I do like trying to hang out with these people I don't like. I can't respect that shit. If you have friends I don't like, I hate you. Get the fuck away from me. If you have opinions different from mine, I hate you as well. Keep your distance on the street or I'll pull a switchblade out of my pocket and start stabbing at a rate faster than what your pulse will be one you see the shiny metal flip out of my pants. What I don't understand confuses me. Why would people want to be such pieces of shit? Do they do it for fun? Does it make them feel GOOD about themselves? Well it doesn't make me feel good about you and my opinion overrides everyone's. If I were leader of this world, there'd be some fucking reform, that's for sure. Democracy is over. It's time to stand high on my throne and look down at all the little piss ants I've hated for so many years and make them pay. My eyes bright red and my fist on fire, I'll swing at anything that opposes. Maybe then some of this blind anger I'm feeling will melt away into another dimension where some snot-nosed 14-year old can abuse it to high hell and post in his shitty blog about how the government is biased because he got suspended for calling his teacher a Nazi. I hate that kid.