You

It's 5:20am. Recently I have started watching the show "You". I think it's very enlightening in regards to finding love. Many people claim to have fallen in love so intensely that it shakes their bones with delight. They regard their significant other as their "other half". This is to insinuate that they were incomplete to begin with. In the show, we find out that Joe is in fact not afraid of murder, because he feels he needs to do what must be done in order to achieve his goals. It's strange to feel empathetic to a murdering sociopath, but nonetheless I feel so. How his ideas make him do things he would deem socially unacceptable. How he clamors to fit into this tight knit web constructed by the people who would see him suffer and not bat an eye. I think, in a way, I am like he. I am like he, in a way that people do not deserve the love they get from me. They do not deserve to allow me to love them, or to so passionately show them how I want to love. They are pitiful, and disgusting. They are not fit to be cared for in the slightest, as they are cruel, and evil. They are creatures unfit to wield the slightest of power, or arrogance. They abuse each other, for means of simple satisfaction. I dare to think how I could ever become like them, how I would ever stoop so low as to use someone for simple satisfaction. If I ever do, I fear it would turn me into something I would detest with every fiber of my being. It would make an animal of the well designed facade that I carry wherever I go. The beast within, I could say. Let him hunger for eternity.