Sometimes I look at my life and all the things I have experienced, which are mostly negative (duh). That is why I ended up here, especially being related to a bunch of aggressive people, literally being conceived through evil. You start to wonder, is there any good in this world? And look at the world now. Misogyny is at an all-time high. Teenage boys are making “hear me out” comments on videos of toddlers literally just existing. And then on a larger scale you have the greed, the suffering, the war, the murder, the sickness. The world is outnumbered by evil. Children are nasty, teens are nasty, and adults are wicked. The elderly have no choice but to await death. Only babies are pure, but the world ruins them. So what the fuck is the point of me wasting time trying to be a good person?
Like, if I want to be mean as fuck, I should be. Right? To protect myself, to be happy. Like, who cares. Everyone is evil and nasty and mean. You are a nasty person and you know it. Your thoughts are impure, your brain is tarnished, you just play a role. You are no saint. So why pretend you are? Is it really that wrong for me to be selfish? Would that lower my appeal if I was nastier? I know too much. I see what the world thinks of me. I’m fifteen and already spiraling. Feminism shaped my mind and now there’s nothing left to learn. I’m too aware for my own good.