Silence.

I hate people.

I hate them for not reading enough. I hate them for listening to ear-bleeding music. I hate their stupid pretentious asses who go around frolicking in skin-tight dresses.

I chose to write an article on how beauty is projected by mass media (inspired by V). I wrote with so much heart and rage. I wrote with scoops of ice cream in my mouth (because my fingers were too busy tapping away on the keyboard and every little scoop I took is a bit of inspiration lost). When I felt proud with my almost-done article, I got my dad to read it. And. You. Know. What. He. Said?

"I don't think this will appeal to the people."

The.

People.

The. Fuck.

I hate people for being dumb. I hate people who can't sit still to read something that is more than 50 words. I hate people who look at books and say "Wahh, so many words." I hate people who don't try to understand serious matters like how sex ed is so essential to us now (and no, pictures of human sex organs do not teach us the effects of unprotected sex or the emotional impact of sex before marriage) because songs on the radio are practically screaming out "WOOHOO LETZ HAVE SEX" but are more focused on how Lady Gaga managed to save the world with her turquoise coloured wig.

Are people really that, how shall I put this.. Shallow? Dim-witted?

I don't like how pointless this post is because it makes me sound like a fucking whiny brat but damn it. People. They frustrate me. I hate myself for generalising everyone like this but fuck, the rage I have right now. But you'd forgive me.