There was a lingering animosity against the world that had been internalized and inflicted upon myself. I amassed all of the bitterness I held towards my mother, father, sister, stepdad, friends, and society, and warped it into a cycle of self-destruction and pain. Soon, I was eaten by the moths, timeworn and frayed at the edges.

And sometimes, just sometimes, I forget about the tremendous dismay in my house and I’m forced to shut away the past. But then it happens all over again, and the confusion and petulance destroy the silence in the house once again.

There’s a new breed of catastrophe imposing on our generation of youths. It may not be fatal, and it may not be malnutrition, or drug abuse, but is a source of social disintegration. Misanthropy. The most striking manifestation of this anti-humanism is taking place in our teenagers. Western culture’s enstrangement from humanity and its progression towards the dark, and ultimately grotesque lifestyle has become a phenomena. Scientists have had the assumption that social interaction is a benefit to our health, and is acceptable and necessary for the development of babies, teenagers, adults, and the elderly. At the same time you being to wonder about the 1%. The percentage that just isn’t made to interact because it’s a detriment to their health.