Love and revenge. They are so sweet. But there is something even sweeter. That moment when someone wakes up and gains an ability to see through the illusions. I know it's painful to the point you wanna live no more. But I don't feel sorry for those people. They will be alright in a week. I feel happy for this planet having one less dummy and one more rebel.
I feel joyful just hearing someone say "this society *****. I give a **** no more". That line makes me feel less alone. It's great having someone who understands you even just a little.
So tell me. Does this feeling make me cruel?