A/N: Before you ask: Yes, I did recently read Catcher in the Rye.

You wanna hear what the thing is? The thing is, I hate people. I hate everything about them. Look outside. See all the crap going on? It's all because of people. If a giant wave came and crashed the entire globe and killed everyone, everything would be okay because then there would be nothing left to make a mess of things here. This whole stinkin' world is a mess and I can't do shit about it because people won't help me. People are so flakey. They flake on you. Man, I can't even begin to tell you the number of times someone has flaked on me.

But you wanna hear the other thing? I'm a big, fat stinkin' hypocrite. I can't help but be just like all the other people, so I might just jump right into that stupid goddam wave and make it easier to get rid of humanity. I tried so many times to help out but it never ends up right because I'm just as bad as the next guy. So what am I supposed to do about that? How can I fix things if I can't fix my own damn self?