I have a different way of being in this dichotomy living day in day out. Derived from hate, fear and the things that make me horny. Still if I want it I have to hate it to love it. If I need it I have show interdependence to keep it. Should I chose love well fear is the result I live in the most, is this a conscious choice or am I a lunatic fringe thinking in chaos only. I want to be loved dearly only an asshole says they do not. Yet every love I've ever thought was going to be unbelievably amazing, was a cow patty at best. I am fucking pissed with this code I hate myself now along with all the others. I refuse to cry ever again. I am going to revert back to the man I was before, sure he's scum but well liked. The pussy I chose to become in a betterment of self is a doormat for all. Doormat no more, step up now and it's splat, check me if you think I am lying. Brand new day, brand new world, end times end games.