gorgeous-fiend:

There are some mortals I look at who will never meet their full potential because they are either too afraid or too lazy. There is a deep unrest in these people- they hate themselves. I see them everywhere: walking past my house, in the streets, in libraries, in malls, on trains. Their self-loathing, perhaps it is even subconscious-  permeates the space they take up and keeps them stagnate like an old rank pond.

I want to shake them, to scream at them,  “Stop wasting your life before a fiend like me comes along and snatches it away! There is so much passion bottled inside you, must I tap into it,  pour myself a glass of your very life  and hold it in front of  your eyes before I swallow it down? Will you get how important you are then?” And perhaps they would, but by that time it would be too late.

“TL;DR” shut up it’s only 2 paras, ^READTHIS thankyoubye.