Keith Watanabe * NET 2.0

i think i have a new goal in my life. i want to be absolutely hated. being liked is so hard. i never was good at being popular. i wish high school had a "Least Popular" contest because at least i could've won that. also, it would've vindicated me in being an uber asshole without any sense of guilt while in college. being hated means i don't ever have to think about anyone again, except in terms of attrition. i never have to feel sorrow nor guilt for not being there, or making people feel better when their life sucks. hey, when has anyone truly helped me when my life needed something? i've always had this image in my head like the ending of Diablo II. i often hear Gamma Ray's "Condemned to Hell" with the world burning around me, flesh being charred, buildings set afire, rats roaming the streets as an infernal followed each of my steps. i would have no pity for anyone, just humor seeing the pathetic world wither around me like leaves distintegrating from the passage of time. i often see the tears of people who thought that i loved them with watery eyes filled with betrayal while they implore me to halt the cataclysm. but it is everyone who slid a knife in my back. my prior compassion allowed you to manipulate me for your own needs without any return. so why would i ever shed another tear for your bitter end? i don't need you anymore. i don't want you anymore. i don't care for you anymore.