Why is there always so many people around someone I like? Times like these I wish planet earth had only one person residing on it, the one I like of course. It is at times like these that I think to myself is anyone a true man in Napolean Bonaparte's standards? He says a true man hates no one. Does that mean I have to like everyone? I can do that, but at the same time? No, well, yes I hear you say why are you so jealous? Usually at times like these, I just want to go to sleep, but this time, I will fight. Why? For the hell of it. To see how long I can fight before I can not fight anymore. Because fighting makes me strong. The problem is, my enemies also get strong. Hell with it. Nietzsche says love your enemies more than your friends. I love you dear enemies. Just keep me out of your inauthenticities.
[I know this is the ugliest of feelings but I am trying to be true!]
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