Misanthropic. I am misanthropic. BUT with exceptions. People need to be exactly what I consider a good human being, or I don’t give the slightest s*** about you. If you f*** with me badly enough, man or woman, I’m gonna hate your f****** guts until the day I f***** die. Not aggressively, in a passive aggressive way, but it’s hate none the less. The day you die, if I live to see it, I won’t piss on your grave, that ISNA waste of time, I’m not vengeful, but I’ll be thinking to myself “ha! f*** you….”. I’m a real c***. That’s really true too. I have known people who I now hate, who before I actually hated them, called me up and told me someone I wasn’t a fan of, died. Of an anyerism, and I was literally like “Hmmm… And I care how? Why?” They’re like “…. Uh…..”

It’s like, f*** you….