I’ve had this natural disposition to hate everything since I was a young child. Seeing other people enjoy things absolutely just destroys me inside. Whether it’s a stranger or someone closer, such as a friend or family member, it still frustrates me to no end. I hate this about myself, which only fuels the never ending cycle of hate. Because of it, I started avoiding people. Which of course only made things worse.
I hate it. It hurts. If suicide was worth the effort I would’ve offed myself a lot earlier. But suicide is a hassle and an actual waste. It only inconveniences everyone around you.
