Last Journal Of A Hated Man

Some will say that I’m insane. Some will say I’m a killer, but others will bathe in the blood of what I’ve done. Is it justice? Is it for the right cause, or was it for chaos in the theory of bettering the world. No one will know the true reason but all will come together to despise me for my upcoming. Isn’t coming together as one looked upon as impossible but a great miracle? I done terrible deeds but you feel as you can’t look into to ones mirror because of disappointment for your shameless actions which I endure the hate, I endure the threats and beatings for a better cause. What was your reasoning they ask? I simply reply and say it as calm as possible turn on your television on and tell me who is mad at who. He replies with anger everyone is mad at you with discuss and hatred and I smirk with admiration like I just won an Emmy. I tell him keyword is “everyone” everyone is mad at me one person. Everyone came together to hate me, everyone threw out their differences to help each other hate me. Who am I to feel sorry for myself and regret what I‘ve done when my one action changed the course of the history for the best. Nevertheless as a wise woman once told me, good things never last forever.