I hate this planet. I hate being here. I hate almost everyone on it. I hate not knowing why I’m here or what put us here. I hate that noone is like me. I hate what is expected of me. I hate that killing exists and that in order for one thing to live other things must die. I hate society. I hate religion. I hate the media. I hate technology. I hate my mother and sometimes my father. I hate my Grandfather. I hate that cold exists. I hate seeing all the helpless creatures suffering in this world at the hands of others. I hate scientists, I hate practically everything. But most of all it’s the not knowing. That something decided to create us and not bother to explain what the hell it was thinking. I hate the zionist movement. And I hate all zionists, masons and all their useful idiot dupes that further their agenda. I hate chemicals, pollution, and the lie of global warming. I hate my ex and her whole family. I feel like my hate is swallowing me alive. I also feel like it is 100% justified. I hate.
