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At least, for the most part.
Out of all my negative traits, of which there are many, this is among those that can be deemed most reprehensible, the most 'evil'.
Maybe dislike is too weak a word, I often hate it. When others tell tales of their successful careers, relationships, accomplishments, whatever, I am often filled with a horrible rage. When I am out, simply seeing a tall, handsome man, alone, or with a girl at his side, casually going about his day, I am sent on a downward spiral of anger and loathing.
It only takes the smallest display of superiority from another, the slightest reminder of what I lack, of what I am, to ruin my mood for hours, days.
In those moments I am drowned by the reality that I have no future, that there is no hope, that there is no good in the world, that no matter how I cope I will always be who I am, I'm unable to think of anything else. "It's over, it's over, it's over, I hate you all, I hate this planet, I hate this reality, I don't want to live, I don't want to live, I hate what I see, I hate the air I breathe, I hate the sensations of my body, I hate the ground I walk, I'm disgusted, I'm disgusted, it's over, I won't last, I'm gonna kill somebody", on repeat in my head, until I calm down.
It makes me want to scream out what I am thinking to all who listen, grab a knife, and stab whoever enters my line of sight until I collapse from exhaustion, and then pierce my own heart and slip away into blackness, forever. Not that, I would, but that is the feeling.
It is not uncommon I wish everyone shared in my pain and misery. It's pathetic, but I can't help it, that's what I've become. I now despise myself that severely. It's exhausting, being this bitter and sad is terribly exhausting. I don't know how I will change, but, I hope that by some miracle I can become a stable, relaxed, benevolent person, before I die.
Honestly, maybe I don't hope for that miracle. Maybe I just felt ashamed of what I wrote and wanted to come off as redeemable in some way.
Out of all my negative traits, of which there are many, this is among those that can be deemed most reprehensible, the most 'evil'.
Maybe dislike is too weak a word, I often hate it. When others tell tales of their successful careers, relationships, accomplishments, whatever, I am often filled with a horrible rage. When I am out, simply seeing a tall, handsome man, alone, or with a girl at his side, casually going about his day, I am sent on a downward spiral of anger and loathing.
It only takes the smallest display of superiority from another, the slightest reminder of what I lack, of what I am, to ruin my mood for hours, days.
In those moments I am drowned by the reality that I have no future, that there is no hope, that there is no good in the world, that no matter how I cope I will always be who I am, I'm unable to think of anything else. "It's over, it's over, it's over, I hate you all, I hate this planet, I hate this reality, I don't want to live, I don't want to live, I hate what I see, I hate the air I breathe, I hate the sensations of my body, I hate the ground I walk, I'm disgusted, I'm disgusted, it's over, I won't last, I'm gonna kill somebody", on repeat in my head, until I calm down.
It makes me want to scream out what I am thinking to all who listen, grab a knife, and stab whoever enters my line of sight until I collapse from exhaustion, and then pierce my own heart and slip away into blackness, forever. Not that, I would, but that is the feeling.
It is not uncommon I wish everyone shared in my pain and misery. It's pathetic, but I can't help it, that's what I've become. I now despise myself that severely. It's exhausting, being this bitter and sad is terribly exhausting. I don't know how I will change, but, I hope that by some miracle I can become a stable, relaxed, benevolent person, before I die.
Honestly, maybe I don't hope for that miracle. Maybe I just felt ashamed of what I wrote and wanted to come off as redeemable in some way.
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