Steve - Despairs

I don't want to remember you like this.

The more I read of you, the more I can't stand the way you think, the views you hold, the pretentions you have towards relativism and nonpositivism. I want to tear you apart, I want to go through all these systems you place on the world and systematically destroy them. I want you to see the world how I see, or how I try to, viewing everything as having intrinsic truth and good, but with enough passion and attachment to make a fucking difference to your own life at least. You've only ever made decisions in the past, I want to go back there and keep you unsteady, keep you unknowing and keep you from getting smug about it. Make you feel the value of freedom, how out of reach it is, and why it is so important that you keep failing to reach it. I want to make you feel how vulnerable you are. You're making yourself into my enemy, and there might come a day when you realise it. I want to make you realise that you don't know any of this.

I want to change you, but I can't and I shouldn't try. Seems like none of these words is sharp enough to make you bleed like teeth and nails can, nor heavy enough to block out your consciousness.

This feels like the end.