Its probably a good idea to stay right here where I belong, alone in my life as I've always been. Educated Assholes fear me, and the poor fools cannot distinguish intelligence from education.
Only a couple of them measure up to my intellect, the others are educated Assholes. Except for the distinguished.
How dare Quinn, yap at me, singling me out, poisoning others minds against me, how I loath people who do this to me.
The only reason these Fuck Heads do this to a person, is because they know they have the back-up, of other fuckheads, who stand behind them, they are powerless alone. And they know I have power and they would like to snuff my power out, but they will never succeed! "No amount of darkness can extinguish the light of one small candle" They are powerless against me, fortunately they know this, but through their own powerlessness, they are unable to bring me down which triggers their anamosity towards me.
This is my Diary, a place I can call my own, to reveal all the hidden thoughts in my head. People are so rotten, its a shame.
I'm just as rotten as they are, and even more so. I could snuff somebody and not bat an eyelash, and I would go to jail and stick to myself, where finally I would have my solitude, and my computor. But, I won't allow my hatred to cause my confinement, as I am already in confinement of the mind.
These rotten Fuckheads are unable to see genius because they are not mentally equipped to detect ability, these guys are just a bunch of overly educated wanna-be-genius. The difference between them and myself, is that I am an uneducated genius.
These idiots seem to forget that genius is human.
I'm tired of proving myself to non seers. These dumb Fuckheads refuse to even see my abilities, let alone give me any credibility. Why do I bother to waste my time and energy on people who just don't have the eye, or do have the eye but are not honest enough within themselves to say so.
I never receive any kind of praise from anyone ever while I've grown up, but I won't commit suicide because of this, I will continue to praise myself.
The reason I need praise, is because my dysfunctional fucked-up father gave me plenty of it, to much, which led to my spoiled condition, however I became accustomed to praise. My father put his children on equal footing with himself, he was a brilliant child.
Even though I hate Quinn for being fucking rotten, I still regard him as the best male writer of all time. He's just upset about comments I made recently. And he does'nt like the idea of me encouraging Zarathustra. I don't give a Fuck, everyone has a right to speak his voice, and genius should know this.
Zarathustra is one hell of a smart guy, and others are intimidated by his obvious towering intellect. But, people won't dare to shoot him down, because he'll shoot you all down in an instant, before you realize what hit ya. Dumb Fuckheads.