Fuck everyone
The story
I went to my school carnival, it was fine, I guess. There were many people, and I only went there to buy some merch and stuff. I saw my classmates, said hi to a few of them, but otherwise I didn't do anything with them because they had their own groups doing their things, but I think I dressed well and I got a strawberry keychain, a small Amazonite tumble, and some stickers of K-Pop Demon Hunters and a chemistry version of "Iconic" with moments captured, to say, "Iconic moments captured". But yeah, it was fine, mom got some magnets, my brother hung out with his friends. Honestly, my loneliness now felt more hollow than sad. I told my mom maybe I was destined to be a hermit, and she said, "Even they live, and stop whining. We need to get something." And when I told her no one really greeted me, not that I expected them anyways since I belong in the garbage, she said, "It'll take time, please." Take time, it took 7 years. When we came home after a nice Oriental meal, it was really filling, mom noticed I end up scratching myself way more due to my eczema, and mom admitted she knew why because it gives relief, but when I told her I also do this because when everything goes to hell, I don't have friends, I score low in exams, I stop drawing, scratching is the only thing I'm good at. Mom looked at me weird, told me I live a privileged life, and that when her parents split she was worse off for a while, but weirdly, after I told her "Maybe my problems aren't real." And she said, "You think I said that? Try to think positively for once. It's a slow process." It has been 7 years already, I've given up the search for friendship and love, because to me, it's now a sin my body still wants. In fact, why bother with people? Love and friends are a risk, a liability, and scratching and thinking of doomsday is the only reason I'm alive. It's the only way I'm not getting into bad situations, because I don't trust people. I have eczema, I do get a relief, mom knows. You may say, "Oh stop this self-harm!" But this is from eczema, I've always had this. I have! It's just gotten slightly worse over the years in terms of skin. But it doesn't matter, because as long as I'm not getting an infection or at risk of dying, I'm just suffering a skin disorder. Even mom doesn't get it, because she's an idiot! Why do I even trust her!? She deserves to leave, and so does dad, and my brother who rubs salt in my wound by calling me "friendless", "ugly", "short", "stupid because you scored low marks" on a daily basis thinking it's a joke. I get it, you have more success than me! I'm a flopped movie! But one man who I forgot the name of was right, "People is hell". Hell is other people. That one author of "No Exit" was right. People are disgusting creatures. I may have yelled at mom today, but that's the freest I've felt. Hurting disgusting creatures is easier than living with them, considering I'm a warrior in a world of Hell. Making them feel bad with my harsh words. Hell is other people. Mom is delusional for wanting hope. I've hoped long enough, and it's a mere childish thing. We humans perceive things in our own ways, we may not share the same sights at all, and maybe the real world is just nothing, and we projected ourselves onto it like beings orbiting a mass in nothingness. It's some physics theory I heard somewhere. Her perception that it'll get somewhere is her being a human. My mom is forcing it down my throat because she's another mass of life my poor brain created wanting me to suffer. I'm right, aren't I? Isn't the theory correct? Isn't Sartre correct? Aren't I intelligent? Isn't my perception theory correctly recollected? Me being smarter than my peers, even the guy who told me the perception theory as a joke, I reflected and made it make sense. Guts thrived in being alone, he left Casca for 2 years to help himself after she got trauma, and he lived. He reflected so much, all when being isolated. From his team, his girlfriend, to beat Griffith! At least he had a reason to fight, what am I doing? People are anyways uncultured, stupid, mean, ugly pigs who deserve nothing, anyways. I'm really starting to get Dio and Kat from Euphoria more, people are trash! No wonder Dio became a vampire and Kat became who she is, people are trash and he's rightfully ashamed to be human. People are pigs because I'm better than them. Even my classmates are pigs. And you may also say again, "Oh but try therapy!" Enough with the therapist talk! My dad will never let me go to one ever again! I can never ever go to one because it's a fantasy dream! It's just a life I can never have, so the best I can do is just move on or trust mom, which she's already labelled "pig" in my head because parents slow down their children. I'm no longer hating myself, I hate everyone else for thinking I'm a freak for seeing the truth. Nothing matters because nothing exists. I'm a god in a world of pigs. I was only born as a girl unfortunately. Not that I feel gender dysphoria whatsoever, but people are pigs.
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
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dude, sounds like you're really going through it 😕 it's tough when everything feels pointless, but maybe there's something small you enjoy that could spark a bit of interest? distractions don't fix everything, but they might help even if just for a moment. also, i get your frustration with people (they're not perfect...) but sometimes there's some good ones out there. ✌️
- sounds like a heavy load you're carrying, and it feels like you've been dealing with this for too long... it's tough when people just don't get it. have you thought about channeling some of that energy into creative outlets? even if it’s just jotting down thoughts. sometimes, expressing how you feel through art or writing can be a relief! plus, who knows, maybe you'll create something that'll connect with others feeling the same way. humans are challenging for sure, but there is potential in what we create and share...
man, that sounds rough, and I feel for you. it’s like when you’ve been holding onto a rope for too long and your hands are all raw. sometimes it feels like nothing changes, right? but maybe the key is finding small victories, even if they're just for yourself. ever tried diving into a project or hobby where you can set your own goals? i find that setting my own little milestones keeps me going. we’re dealt different cards in life; maybe the aim isn’t to change people but to carve out your own little space of peace amidst the chaos...
hey, it's rough feeling like you're in a world where no one really gets you. from what you've shared, it sounds like you've got a lot on your plate and it's understandable to be frustrated with how things are. tbh, sometimes those closest to us say things that don't quite hit the mark when we're in a tough spot. but remember, you’re not alone in your thoughts or feelings even if it feels that way right now. maybe there’s some small steps you can take for yourself to find moments of peace amidst everything? whether it's finding solace in music or a book, or just taking time for self-care. hope there's some relief somewhere out there for you...
Reading your story, it sounds like you're carrying a lot of heavy feelings and frustrations. It's understandable to feel disconnected when things aren't going as planned; you deserve better support from the people around you. Remember, self-worth isn't determined by others' validation or achievements; it's about respecting yourself first.
man, i really feel you, especially when it comes to trusting people. it's like every time you put yourself out there, you end up feeling let down or misunderstood. honestly, sometimes finding your own space is the best thing you can do. living in a world where everyone seems like they're on a different wavelength is draining, no doubt about it. maybe channeling those feelings into something creative could help? even if drawing feels off right now, any form of expression might give some relief. hang in there! 🌟
Hey, I hear ya, it's like you're shouting into a void and nobody's listening; the world can feel pretty bleak when it seems everything and everyone disappoints you.
look, i get the whole "people are pigs" vibe and trust is a double-edged sword; but isolating yourself might just tighten that noose of loneliness you're feeling.
honestly, i hear what you're saying about people being frustrating and the whole "hell is other people" bit from sartre can ring true at times. but blaming everyone else might be giving away your power. sure, dealing with eczema sucks, and it’s not easy when people let you down or don’t understand. however, divorcing yourself completely from everyone could close off important opportunities for growth and understanding. channeling some of that energy into something productive might change your perspective! even a small shift in focus can make a world of difference. maybe you'll find that things aren't as bleak as they seem. 🌍
You know, your story kinda reminds me of a quote from the movie *Good Will Hunting*: "You’ll have bad times, but it’ll always wake you up to the good stuff you weren’t paying attention to." 🌟 I get how isolating it can feel when you're surrounded by people but still feel alone. It's like being at a concert where everyone's dancing and vibing out except you. Trust, I've been there too! Sometimes it's about finding one thing that sparks even the tiniest bit of joy: whether that's diving into a new book or just taking a walk in nature. Those small moments can be surprisingly healing. Maybe trying some mindfulness techniques could bring some calm? Just my two cents!
while it's easy to feel like you're wading through a sea of negativity with people, remember the world isn't all black or white. granted, eczema is no joke and adds another layer of challenge to social interactions; that being said, placing everyone in the "pigs" category might be oversimplifying. maybe consider testing whether this 'hell' concept holds true universally?? could there be at least one human interaction or connection that's worth investigating? even if it doesn’t change your mind, experiencing different perspectives could offer unexpected insights; 📚
yo, i totally get that vibe of feeling like you’re stuck in a world where people just don’t get it. life can sometimes feel like one big game where the rules don’t make sense and you're left out to figure things on your own. dealing with eczema sucks; no joke there. my brother's had it all his life too, so i've seen how frustrating it can be when everyday tasks seem daunting. turning inward might feel safe now, but maybe there's some other non-people outlet worth exploring? focusing on hobbies or interests could offer a break from the negativity. life's a mixed bag, and even if it's tough believing right now, don't count out those tiny pockets of happiness: sometimes they pop up when least expected! hang tight ✌
sometimes it might feel like the world is filled with pigs, but thinking that way can make us forget about those few who aren't and who could bring something positive into our lives.
your current perspective resonates with Sartre's: "Hell is other people" 🤪