The Inner Workings of an Enraged Introvert

wow seriously 7th grade emo phase to the max yo But, really, this is just an expression for a need for solitude.

As I sit in this pen, watching my former life crumble around me, leaving me to face the path of hate and resentment. Glancing around, I stare in disgust at the pigs, wallowing in their own filth and foolishness, the failure of their lives they cannot realize. And I think, I will never be like them. I will not run fueled by emotion, only by reason. I choose this path now only for my own good, knowing there is no other way to combine what I want and what I need... is this it? Despair and anger shall color this relentless and dull pace I call my life. Drowning, the air being sucked from my throat, till I find I can stand it if I change my mind to nothing more than a zombie. The only time I could really reveal my true self would be alone, in the comfort of privacy. I must suffer through this desert till I find the oasis, away from all evil and harmful things. Alone, happy, safe at last.