I am with you always until my survival is at hand because of you. Remember this well. I've never known companionship or love, especially from the filth that you shed onto me while I'm lying here on your little hospital bed strapped tightly and I probably never will. In all honesty: I pity your face but I don't give a fuck about your soul when it's mine that is at stake. I won't sacrifice myself for the likes of you. Little Smeagols and their precious TVs. I am not selfless or altruistic because I've never met anything worth those adjectives. I've never fought for anyone but myself. I'm done offering lip services and crude masquerades of a hornet's correctness. I won't care when you die.

In fact, I might just be relieved to see your corpse.
Every single one makes me feel better.

Don't talk to me in public any more, filthy snake scum. Do not bother me. Do not make physical contact with me. Do not invite me to your "events". Do not send me your "packages". You disgust me but are still delicious. I wouldn't want to spoil my appetite. Imagine being a predator at the top of the food chain and meeting your meal, finding out it's smart just like you and choosing not to cause harm. You are around it for a long time and, oddly enough, begin to befriend it! Then, one day, your natural prey decides to become a meal and tries to kill you for no reason, insulting you in the process. The kicker is it's delicious, this prey. I don't think I'll meet anything that can be as fucking stupid as you. You're the capped line on a chart, little snakepigs. Approval is recognized. You are damned and I'm going to torture you because it's the only way out of here. You made the box yourself and it's the last one on a shelf, little slant-eyed snake pig. I'm coming for you.

Self servitude. Reactionary impulse. Tantalizingly easy to recognize, like looking at the doe from across a lake whilst hunting for it. I'm only as self serving and selfish as it takes to survive though there are things that I wouldn't dare undertake. Is that the test, then? Kill an innocent or suffer? I think you've stumbled into the wrong man's vision. You see, like anyone taking a load to the wash, when I don't like what's outside of my own cognizance, I simply remove it. I loathe your little questionnaire, your attempt at power over me. I guess I'm going to have to be very self serving then, when I tear you limb from limb for even so much as attempting to present such a choice to me. Do you see? We are alike in only certain respects. You seem to be operating under the delusion of mistaking one actor for another simply because of a single angle or several others. You just aren't looking at all the pieces or viewpoints available in the spectrum.

I'm just acting out of self defense against would be assailants. Know that whatever happens to them occurs right before they speak words of command to facilitate my harm or physically harm me. I don't just kill because of thoughts. That would be...fascist.

Yes, I am a homicidal maniac but a justified one.