At all costs

This, is the place we have chosen to stay. This, is the place we will defend, until death comes.


May my hatred serve me well. I chose not to have enemies in the past. No real human targets. I've gone the wrong way. It took me a few years to realize it.
I feel alone. Bizarrely alone. Like I could end this whole incoming weekend if I just received a real hug. Just that simple act would make it all worth it. Weird.
I cannot stop it. I guess no one can. The conditions were already set for the hug and it will take a long time to fulfill them all. I am alternating from deep down sadness to an almost pure hatred. Almost, but not yet.
When I was younger I used to think that some people were not supposed to exist, and that I was one of them. I don't know, I'm not deadly, just a bit... wicked. Too coward to actually get to kill someone.
I'll delve into sadness and we'll see what shall emerge.
In parallel to that, I'll start a new project. Let's base it in what the psychologist that does not exist said.
Once or twice a week, I'll invite someone who I do not know very much about, to walk. To talk, walk, ask some questions and such. You see, show some interest in that person's life. I have already chosen a few test subjects. I guess we have ammo for the first two weeks.
So, who wants to go for a walk?