I hate the Internet. I hate what it's done to me, what it continues to do to me. When I was ten, but six years ago, I was happy, slightly-religious, and wrote poetry about the horrors of slavery and how we should all be friendly to one another. Now I'm sixteen, as I said. I'm a cynical racist to the point where I think nothing actually will make an impact, and I'm more disgusted by black people in porn than by some guy tying up a mouse and snipping off it's limbs. That's not an outlandish exaggeration, that's a fact I discovered today. I hate what the Internet has done, but I can't leave, because I love it at the same time.