If you can see this, I hate you. I hate you for your instantaneous judgments and the ability to perceive. I am only disappointed by humanity and other people. I hope you all die. My attempts to communicate my feelings either speak to the void, or sound like tongues. AntiChrist?
The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
muslim religious women will call non religious women whores but an ex muslim calling them brainwashed is what reminds them the Ethos Of Feminism suddenly