I hate you. Yes you. The one with the smug smile and the all knowing attitude that what is wrong is clearly black and white. You with that prejudice and the self-righteous belief that your views are the only ones worth having. You and your brand of being liberal to the point of being the very thing you abhor. Close-minded and narrow viewed.
Our outlooks may not be aligned. But I am entitled to them as you are. Your inability to accept me being different weakens your argument of acceptance. You were a mask of hatred and I am tired of my voice being trampled on time and time again just because you can shout louder. Hear me, I hate you.
You do not live for anything but your blessed opinions. You do not suffer hours painstakingly trying to get a job done and wondering what in the world would it take to be comfortable. You have the luxury of time to have ideals, as unrealistically as they are. Yes, I said that. How achievable is that? You tell me we must start somewhere. Well I think we have started and it hasn't gone the way you want it to go and you are angry about it. You want to make sure I "listen". You want to make sure I got it.
Oh yes I did. I find you ugly in your absolute nature. I find no room for compassion for others and I am appalled by the way you choose to express your thoughts. There is no room for people like you in my life. There is no room for intolerance. And the irony is, these were the things you are fighting for.
Too bad you couldn't live up to your so called ideals.
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