WARNING. INVOLVES BASHING. IF RELIGIOUS, DO NOT READ. IF SPIRITUAL, I'd love some counterpoints.
I don't like chores, or feeling dirty, or body hair, or this incomplete shell of humanity, or allergies, or the feeling that everything is a great duality and that every action requires and equal and opposite reaction, in terms of so-called spirit.
I hate my head becoming itchy. I hate the complexes I have which hinder/doom me. I hate feeling regret, and hate feeling constantly like I'm making a mistake about my gender. I hate going into public like its the cold part of the swimming pool, and this is because I go in slowly, and never just dive in. I hate the rat race of everyone in my age range. I hate peoples ideas of love. I hate love, I hate hate, and I hate feeling dependant on anything or anyone.
I hate lifes curveballs, when I ->-bleeped-<-ing HATE baseball anyway. I hate arguing with my thick headed mother. I hate my ego maniac brother. I hate the way I am viewed. I hate the little voice which tells you not to do things that are fun, because it was trauma programmed.
I hate how science explains things, and this is because it makes anything seem less magical. It becomes mundane to me. One day, if souls exist, they will be explained perhaps, and then where do I go. I hate my government, and would so even if they did their job, because people in power above me irks me to no end, especially when they are rat racers. You can layer them all you want, they're still the most stupid people imaginable. Dull, self-centered self-adoring figureheads.
I hate sports. I hate how I used to be completely moral, and not racist or anything, but am now politically incorrect to the extreme against everything, secretly, for humor. I hate being betrayed by the people I open my heart to. I hate how everything is based off of money, and hate how much less special it would be without the money system. I hate not being able to sleep, and feeling like a ball juggled around by the stress of the human scedule, which destroys me inside, and enriches me as well. I hate feeling old and bitter at age 19. I hate laws against cloning and stem cell research, when if given the chance, I'd shed this skin like a bad car anyday just to eat cake again, or pancakes, or toast or muffins.
I hate being stuck utterly in one form, especially this male one. I don't connect in the least with it.
I hate having no one to talk to except a screen.
I hate waking up.
I hate false advertising, false hope, false prophets, and false everything. I even start to hate the things I like because they use illusion and falsehood to attain social attention/recognition, but I don't like doing it for them, I like also doing it for me. I hate how my hate compels me to love everything as well, because I see shadow and light as one and the same in different space. I fear death, and hate the idea of it. I hate a god like us, whos plan involves saving effin animals in a boat, and ridiculous stories like so. I hate thinking there will be no counterpoint to anything I say, and that I will go on miserable like this.
I hate asking questions when I can't stop myself
I hate depression
And I hate myself to no end.
