It’s not hate, it’s just beng real. You can’t look at the world in rose coloured glasses. I am at peace knowing the way s*** is. I don’t bury my head in the sand.

It’s unpleasant but it’s reality. Looking at it from my perspective. Like I said, maybe I am a bit of a psychopath I don’t know? But I don’t think what I’m saying is hate. I may be p****** on someone’s parade, but at the same time what I am saying is truth. You need to enjoy life in whatever way you find enjoyable, but at the same time keep in mind that none of it means anything. It’s fluke that you are here, why wouldn’t you enjoy it? but in the end, you could look back at things like say for example your kids and say “well… I had fun, life was good, my genes are going to be moving forward” and be satisfied before you croak and f*** off into blackness like as if you were never born. You can die I peace or at peace, while you realize that nothing you ever did, while some of it was fun, really means s*** to you or anyone else at this point in time. All that money you fat greedy a** made, can’t buy you your life back.

And 20 years after you are dead, unless you have great grand kids out there, or you are in a text book, nobody in this world even remembers or gives a s*** about you. It’s not hate, it’s just not candy coating life. I pissed on some happy to lucky yolo’s head 🙂