Catharsis of a living ghost

I’ll try to make this as cryptic as possible. My previous blogs were pretty much wide open for everyone to read and it left me defenseless and vulnerable; if you know what I mean. In as much as I don’t want to write this, I just can’t stand it anymore. I did my best to silence myself for, how long was that? – 3 months? 6 months? Or maybe more than that. Hell, its longer than that! Its time I gave myself a chance to let the shit out.

Ok. Here goes.

You make me sick.

Hold on. Before you go on thinking that I’m talking about you in particular, think again. Maybe its not you. Maybe you just happened to read this. Maybe the person I’m offering that statement to, is not even reading my blogs. Maybe I’m referring to more than one person. Whatever the case may be, I just needed to write this.

You. Make. Me. Sick.

You and your perverted relationships. I hate the way you smooth-talk everyone into thinking that you’re helpless against the scenarios you’re getting into. Its just hard to believe that some people are gullible enough to believe you. Talk about a devil’s tongue. Maybe your ‘friends’ are just as perverted as you are. I don’t care where you get your perverted friends or wherever shithole you spend your perverted ‘parties’ at.

Humor me all you want. Bring me down if that makes you happy, but please, stay away from my friends. I can’t stand seeing them being corrupted by your perverted ways. Don’t you have enough perverted playmates you can play around with?

You make me sick.

You and your fraudulent flamboyance. I hate how you swagger around the place as if you’re God’s gift to the universe. You represent everything that I am against. I can see the fake smile, the fake confidence, the fake compliments, the fake apologies, and just about everything about you that’s fake.

I can see right through you and I really wish that I couldn’t, because it only makes me feel sorry for you. You’re the biggest fraud I’ve ever known and I can’t believe you’re even proud of it.

So, yeah. I hope you’re happy with your life.

Thanks, by the way. Because of you, I’m starting to learn how to tolerate people like you. And yes, there are a lot of people like you, if you want to know.

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