A Look into a Cynic

This is my actual mindset. Judge me if you will, but this is all your doing. Everyone who's ever done anything to me. That's right, I haven't forgotten any of you. Now I'm me because of you, and you hate me for it. You did this to me. Never forget that. I hate almost all of you, I say almost, because I have a few that I need in my life, and do not hate. But that was obvious, wasn't it? You'll say that you never did anything to me, and that you do not deserve my hatred, but you know, somewhere deep down you know what you did. Thank you all. You've turned me into this self-preservative bastard with nothing left to care for, and no reason to help anyone. You've made me what I am today. Every day that I'm alone, I remember everything that you've done. It might be at me, it might be at my loved ones, it might be my loved ones. Regardless of who it was, it's the fault of those who watched everything crash around me. Only partly, yes, but fault is needed there too. I'm sorry to those who read this, and it ruins their days. Welcome to my mind, remember, you made it what it is. It's your fault that you're here. Not mine. Hate me if you want. Put me deeper into this state until I feel nothing at all. I wonder what would happen if you were to try that, what would happen if I simply stopped caring. Anyways, goodbye, dear readers. Goodnight, I hope you have dreams haunted by screams of the innocent.