I could spit on a stranger.

I was at the mall the other day and there was this huge group of Korean kids waiting for their ride. There’s so many Koreans roaming around the country nowadays. They’re fucking everywhere: on television, at the mall, your English classmate, Sandara Park, etc. etc. etc. Now, I’m not objecting that you guys are slowly taking over my country…

But please, take your fucking trash with you. Or at least throw it in the trash bin so that the Filipino Janitors wouldn’t have such a hard time cleaning up. You’re in my country, go fucking respect us.

Oh, and don’t act like you own the place. Just because you have money and pearly white skin, it doesn’t mean that we’re inferior to you guys.

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Because I was in a shitty mood, I decided to walk around the mall, sulk, and observe people. There’s nothing like secretly hating everyone else.

First off, I counted how many douchebags are wearing those lame-ass, un-hip, and not to mention–stupid, Abu Sayaf scarves: 24. Then, I counted the emo kids gallivanting with their weird hair, black shirts, and Sharpie-d eyes: 43. (I wanted to kill them all.)

Apparently, there was this BMX event at the mall, and DeLara was playing–hence, more emo kids. I watched the BMX thing but walked away instantly after seeing that the BMX-ers were just a bunch of amateurs. The retards couldn’t even pull off a proper handlebar ride. Then again, this isn’t exactly ESPN.

But you know what I hate the most whenever I’m at the mall? Groups walking slowly together in a straight horizontal fashion thereby not allowing you to walk past them.

SERIOUSLY, why is there a need to form a chain when you’re just walking at the mall? This isn’t the fucking People Power Revolution. Can’t you just walk in two’s? I mean, let people pass by you. Ugh. I was so close to kicking these girls asses. Seriously.

I felt so good afterwards after having to hate so many people. I like doing this; walking alone like a fucking loser, thinking you’re so much better than everybody else. I live for this shit, man.

When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people,
you chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
with the same superiority complex shared by the high school jocks
who made your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about.

I’ll admit, I’m such a bad person.

Cause I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done.
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become.
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar.

Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved.
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled.

At times like this, I just wish that the entire world would just fuck itself. Seeing emo kids and those god-awful scarves makes me want to lose faith in humanity. Teen angst? Naah…