I hate the way they move and exist but they're surrounding me. The suffering of others is not the goal, but simply a means to an end. Although it certainly brings temporary pleasure into my soul, as well. You are merely reflections in the mirror. But I refuse to walk among sheep. I refuse to serve among slaves. Filthy, fucking parasites. Spreading like cancer. Like a tumour that had to be removed. I draw my strength from knowledge and hate. A knowledge that consumes me...
◥Sara_ 18_ ♊_ Portugal_◢
_welcome to my mental asylum_
Seriously, I have to visit Norway before I turn to worms someday