I used to think of intelligence as a great and terrible beauty. Now I’m just thinking of it as great and terrible. There is nothing beautiful about feeling isolated due to mental capacity.
I hate people because I feel so much more than they do about everything. And I hate people because I think so much more about everything when they can just accept things at face value. And I hate people for making me feel like I will never be understood and that I’ll be alone forever.
And I hate myself for thinking that I’m more than anyone else.
Because being alone makes me angry and that anger turns to hate and that hate turns to being more alone.