I told a group of strangers that I hope they burn in hell. Not because I meant it, I’m pretty over the fear of hell thing, I said it because I smelled them. Follow your gut feeling and people become simple as fuck.
Paranoid schizophrenic? Maybe a dash. But I’m still right.
Still, I wish I wouldn’t have said that. I wish I would have said nothing..It’s the Internet,and people say whatever they want, the more hurtful the better,
I dunno, it’s fuckin shallow, even if I was right.
Even lashing out and wearing the energy of “nice, kind”
They beat you, they beat you if you go cold.
Fuck that shit. I’m gonna love the fuck out of you and hope good things happen for you.
It’s hard enough out there without telling strangers that you hope they burn in hell.
I feel bad about it, and I will learn to ignore the scent, because it doesn’t matter and I have no desire to be socially reactionary.
Social is a word with a thousand other words tied to it. I’m still trying to figure out “alive”, not as worried about “alive and amongst you”.
Whatever, I’m not going to tell anyone that I hope they burn in hell today.
Look at all this growth, 📈, how amazing
dawn 