Hate.

The world is a pile of rot and decay. All life is based on opportunistic destruction. Profiting from the death of other living things. Happiness is not created, it's stolen. We all kill everything around us in the pathetic hopes of delaying our own inevitable demise. I can't stand it. Just waiting my turn die. Surviving off the suffering and death of other living things. Surviving through destroying this world piece by piece. I used to wish I could save the world. Now I can only hope that when this universe falls into oblivion it will be replaced by one less dark. One where creation outweighs destruction. But I'll never see such a place.