but you see. as much as i want to believe that i am worthy; eligible for all things in this world as you are.
there is always disgust and disapproval thrown towards my direction for just being.
so much. that insurmountable mountain, so fucking high its even worthless to try overcome.
in the way people talk, act and look.
you may suggest to me that maybe, i'm still stuck in that adolescent stage fueled by egocentrism.
but i tell you it's not. i'm not. it's there. i know it is. i feel it.
and it comes from you. sometimes.
so tell me again.
why don't you think it is fair for me to join in the hate party?
-someone, sometime.