Not Longing for this world

I think when I reflect on my life I only feel sorry for people I interacted with. Those who ever knew me is like I cursed them ever having to ever speak with me. I keep going and yet no one has played hero to rid me of this world. I’m a virus, a sting, a stench on society. I cannot ever harm others or harm myself but I fantasize someone pointing a gun at me and I beg them to aim high and shoot to be the hero. It may never happen because I am a survivor, like a cockroach I guess.

No, but what I honestly do wish is that I see people look at me in disgust. Actually that happens already… Maybe moree like anger and disappointed too, just really unhappy to be around me. Nice people should avoid me like the plague as well. Or just don’t be nice to me….