xLucix
I hate that thoughts of suicide have become so damn normal and, let's be honest (aren't we always?! "Hell no!"), boring.
I hate the body that I reside in.
I hate not having access to sharp objects anymore.
I hate food, and the insatible urge that my body produces to eat the s**t.
I hate my father, who is a self-serving, hypocritical, mentally-unstable assclown.
I hate that my rage provokes more profanity as I write this.
I hate the fact that I want so damn badly to drink, and drink, and never stop.
I hate depending on people for anything, anything at all.
I hate love. I hate the idea of love and the application of love. Love is nothing more than a defined word in the dictionary, and an overused plot in worthless entertainment. NEWS FLASH PEOPLE! You are not destined to fall in love with anyone. There is no blasted soul-mate waiting out in the world for your tender touch. We are all going to die alone, so get used to it.
I hate myself for letting me fall in love twice before.
I hate the thought of sex. I hate that my father told me that I should go find a "friend with benefits."
I hate being weak. I hate the chest pains, the coughing.
I hate sleep. It's a waste of time, and serves no purpose.
I hate the world for seemingly reveling in the spread of chaos, death, and destruction.
I hate people who think that their argument is the only right one, no matter what.
I hate the body that I reside in.
I hate not having access to sharp objects anymore.
I hate food, and the insatible urge that my body produces to eat the s**t.
I hate my father, who is a self-serving, hypocritical, mentally-unstable assclown.
I hate that my rage provokes more profanity as I write this.
I hate the fact that I want so damn badly to drink, and drink, and never stop.
I hate depending on people for anything, anything at all.
I hate love. I hate the idea of love and the application of love. Love is nothing more than a defined word in the dictionary, and an overused plot in worthless entertainment. NEWS FLASH PEOPLE! You are not destined to fall in love with anyone. There is no blasted soul-mate waiting out in the world for your tender touch. We are all going to die alone, so get used to it.
I hate myself for letting me fall in love twice before.
I hate the thought of sex. I hate that my father told me that I should go find a "friend with benefits."
I hate being weak. I hate the chest pains, the coughing.
I hate sleep. It's a waste of time, and serves no purpose.
I hate the world for seemingly reveling in the spread of chaos, death, and destruction.
I hate people who think that their argument is the only right one, no matter what.
scream I HATE ME scream
Someone needs a hug...
But to be honest it sounds like most of your issues extend from your own insecurities... but here's a news flash for ya mate, there are happy endings, there is love and there is a world of good people out there.
Just because your blind to it, doesn't mean the rest of us are. So maybe you should start opening your eyes and paying attention to the small things, the simple joys and the simple pleasures.