People?

The longer I spend here the more I realize that people are trash. No, parasites. I see them lumber around clumsily hearing their self absorbed bull shit. I feel like we could really use another great war or disease. The kind that really shakes shit up. I feel like a wolf just behind the tree line. Watching the gathering by the fire. Not avoiding out of fear, but disinterest. When I spend to much time around them my soul weighs heavy with scum. Sometimes I feel like I have a few friends. Others it’s like they’re along for the ride until the right stop. It’s cool either way. At one point not fitting in this society thing sucked. Now I just watch the rats scurry and wait till I can step away from it. Night walks or skates are the best. Little to no contact