I sometimes go to a website and, every so often, a thread will make me feel sad, which makes me reflect on my current life. I think and think and think, and after a while, I start to realize just how lonely I actually am. How I shut myself away from the world day in and day out after my normal day duties and stay away from society. How I don’t go anywhere with the small group of friends that I have. How I spend my time wasting it here on the internet, not thinking of my future, just thinking of getting through this life. I feel very, very lonely after a while. About half an hour later I remember, “Oh yeah. I hate everyone…with very few exceptions.” And a lot of people take that as a joke, but, I’m actually serious. I have this extremely far-fetched dream of going to another dimension because I hate everyone that much; traveling by plane to a dimensional gate. I know that sounds extremely dumb, but, it’s true. That is my life-long dream: Leaving. I hate everyone and everything in this solar system; and will do my best to leave this dimension. I’ve had this dream for so long that I’ve devised a plan to go to the next dimension. What I do then is forget my time here. All of it. Every single second of it. I’ll use a new name with no back-story, I’ll gain citizenship in this new world, and I probably won’t hate everyone there, as long as it isn’t filled with humans. Who knows? I may even find love there. I might actually be productive for once in my life, to better the society of that world; maybe I might just live like everyone else there, but, looking completely different. I might just be…normal there. Fit into place.
I can tell that some of you are thinking something along the lines of, “But [Anonymous], what if you die?” Doesn’t matter to me. I’ll leave this place, alive or dead. My backup is something that many people don’t want to happen to their plans. It won’t matter to me, though. I’ll crash and burn if I absolutely have to. Either I see my plan through or die trying.
You might want to check the Obituaries one day. You’ll find me there. Pronounced missing…or dead, floating in the Pacific with a crashed airplane…
