De pagina van Aron

I used to hate humanity. I hated it with every fibre of my being. I wanted to torture and kill every single person on this planet.

Then I started to read the Bible.

Nowadays I spread as much evil and corruption as I can in hopes of starting the apocalypse.

I'll save you all the drama and poetry this time. There is nothing that I still need to say. There is nothing that I still must do. If I am killed, there is nothing that I will regret not doing.

That is not to say that will go out of my way to go look for oblivion. Such a search would probably injure me instead of kill me. The fact that I don't care to die doesn't mean I'll stop living. Some might not be all too sure about this, so I'd just thought I should say it.

Call it the Abyss. Call it t… Doorgaan

Like any other creature I too need to be loved.
And there are none that love me.
At least, none that make me feel loved.
I am alone.
I exist solely for the purpose of others. All my love and care for others, and what do I get in return? An empty bed. An empty room. An empty life. No-one to call my friend, no-one to call my loved one.

Is this what I am supposed to be? A selfless thing with no desires, no needs, no dependencies? Is this my existence? To be an empty shell for the service of others… Doorgaan

No gift is forthcoming, and no gift will soothe me. If thou wert to deliver me it tomorrow, I will have none of it. No gifts for one such as I. No sweets, no cheer, no song for Aron. Who is he? I know not.