Small bits of Nostalgia

I (yes, it's about me) am so damn tired. Tired of all the overcrowded cunts,
the overcrowded faggots who roam in jubilant advantage, stain every place on this now desecrated earth.
However I ponder, however I try to find some degree of truth
or understanding of this I am still wondering - hating.
When I look around the hate burns me, the hate that has glowed within me since the beginning,
that in recent years has gotten new swamp air that gives further strength to the glow.
For every second that I hate, my self-preservation gradually dies.
I am annoyed by the thought why these trite, life-affirming anti-beings actually survive.
They should not live.
On second thought neither I, them nor you have a fair reason to continue living.
When I've woken up quickly from a dream it is sometimes as if I have been punished to dwell on our imbecile Earth;
Monstrosity Tellus from the universe of emptiness, and have been entirely emotionless and unmoved in front of it.
Why was I born?! Who gave birth to me?! Was I born to gain the insight I now have?!
Slow annihilation - stable, vague, painful. The world's destruction would not sound louder than a needle falling to the floor.
Humanity is ludicrous, inferior, smothered and washed over with vomit, excrement and infertile seed
The one thing I contribute is my thoughts, you're welcome!
You are nothing, your life has been lived billions, billions of times and as unnoticeably you have faded from time.