Nazi Germany
Zubeer Adolf Hipster - KVAZAR MOLOCH
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I hate humans. I hate being human. This flesh shell, this rotting meat suit we drag around like it means something, is a joke. I don’t just feel jealousy when I see people smiling or living their lives—I feel disgust. Every time I see someone laugh, it’s like my mind gets coated in a layer of resentment so thick, I can’t breathe without tasting the rot in the air. I look at people, and all I see is their shallow joy, their hollow existence, and I wonder how they can’t feel the decay creeping through every second. How do they not feel the emptiness gnawing at their insides like I do? I hate that too. I hate their ignorance, their ability to live in this rotting world without choking on it. And then there’s the arrogance—humans with their stupid sense of importance, acting like they matter. I feel it every time someone looks at me like they’ve got it all figured out, like their little bubble of existence is more valid than mine. The narcissism boils up inside me. I hate the way they flaunt their comfort, their relationships. I feel inferior, but not in the way they think. I’m not missing out on anything—they’re just blind to the fact that we’re all rotting at the same pace. Humans don’t feel anything real. Everything they call an emotion is just another layer of noise to cover up the void. Love, happiness, pride? It’s all fake. It’s posturing—pretending like the emptiness isn’t devouring us all. Every time someone tells me about their dreams or their goals, I want to laugh, but there’s no humor in it—just bitterness. What are they striving for? More of the same? A future where they keep rotting with a smile on their face? Even the ones who pretend to understand—those people who claim they know what it means to feel disconnected, to feel inferior or lost—they don’t get it. Their sadness is just another performance. It’s all about them, their self-pity, their need to be seen. They want the world to look at them and say, “Yeah, you matter.” But none of it matters. They can cry, they can scream, they can wallow, but at the end of the day, they’re just flesh dragging itself toward the inevitable void.
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