It's decided then. That if the chance ever arises, I would definitely take it without hesitation, at this very moment anyways; A ticket to leave this insufferable place. I hate the people here, the stifling humidity and not to mention the lack of appreciation for my talents.
London at first glance would be an ideal place to start. If that is, the discriminations would ever be erased along with the stereotypes and racism. Okay. Maybe stereotypes can stay, 'cause they're fun. But the coloured lens of racism must go, for they are downright despicable and irritable.
I wonder sometimes if I was ever as annoying as my brothers. Immature...yes... but forced to grow up quickly nonetheless. Much more quickly than they'll ever need to. Disgusting little buggers, they. Imbeciles in their own arrogant rights. Fools that fail to envision their incurable disease,which is being retarded. The foreseen outcome, a degenerative spiral downwards that will soon be met with inevitable and devastating demise.
It is no doubt imperative that I must shake them from their cotton candy cloud 9 but alas, I've grown quite weary and frankly irritated at my futile attempts at rehabilitating these worthless pricks.
Perhaps I should leave these imps to their own devilish devices for awhile and focus on my own current well-being. Still...It is still infuriating to see. Is it not ?!
The intoxicating smell of rain has once again rekindled my arrogant self. Humility, I keep telling myself, is the only way to prevent my now volatile psyche from erupting in a violent vehemence.
-Zarae.Kindle.TwigsThatFeedTheFlames.
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