The dynamics of self-hatred. The life of self-hatred. The life of the desire to die. My God, we’re making a whole lifestyle of it. Of our thrashings. Of our convulsions. Of our twistings.
Nothing hates itself like a human being. We’re the uniquely fucked up species, right?
What’s wrong with us? How did self-loathing become a form of enjoyment? Like scorpions stinging themselves.
Work in Progress 