Sociopath

by Patric Gagne

“I don’t hate people,” I responded to myself. “I hate that people project their feelings and insecurities and judgments onto me. But I don’t have to accept delivery of other people’s projections, and I don’t have to endure fake interactions

The purest love is not born from bliss. It is pulled from the pyre. It is fierce and shape-shifted, slightly twisted and delicious. Accepting, forgiving, understanding, and relatably flawed, my type of love is the furthest thing from perfect. The closest thing to me.