Not Private At All

"This is the strangest life I've ever lived...people are strange," Peter just talked to himself. "You pollute the same water you swim in, the water you drink comes from a tank being polluted by 'be eficial' chemicals, controlled, maintained, like a fucking fish tank. We kill animals and make trophy's, the meat we just throw away or sell, the hunters don't want it," he started getting bored with the matter and decided to just start cussing "I'm not like you, fuck! I'm not like anyone, shit, nobody is alike, but nobody will ever fucking understand me, even if they say they do, that's only because I make myself understandable. My mind is elevated, out of this fucking world, you'd have to be a fucking Martian to really see what I see, to really hear what I hear, to really be what I am. I don't want anything, I just want to be sucked up into a god damn black hole, whatever comes after that I could care less, nothing matters to me, life is fucking boring and I've seen it all, even if I haven't seen it before. It's not a big deal, it's just matter. The things I've seen too often, that nobody wants, that's what I fucking love. I love boredom, I love sadness, I love seeing what's already been seen, but instead of looking at it like you do, I shine a brighter light upon it, I crouch and look at it from the bottom up, I put my head on the ground, my feet in the air, and spin around in circles until my head explodes, I spin in circles to infinity and vomit out all my misery, only to spoon it up, eat it, and choke on it again. I give you all my time, but none of you are worth it, I sit by the king, and ask him what his favorite color is (his favorite color is T*€H) and if you ever do see me, just keep on walking, I'm probably not gonna keep you entertained, just because I wouldn't give a shit, not about you, but about myself. I have no interest in bettering myself, so why would I ever try to make myself seem interesting just for the sake of maybe having a friend, and MAYBE changing my life. You'll move on, and again, another piece of my heart will be broken off and you will wear it like a necklace for the rest of your life, like a blood stain. My fucking example has been set, my corruption has been completed, I have transformed the city, the heart of the monster, and in return, I've learned to hate you even more then I already fucking did. What's the use...."