I hate my childhood friend who fucked everything in site, spoken for women, including after he was married.

I hate my other friend who turned out to be gay himself, looking back always scheming ways trying to get me some way, messing more important things up for me in the process. Like as if I would f****** even think about your irritating ugly dork a** over one of the women I could and have been with in life… I’d sooner become a recluse monk and if you were the last person on earth, I’d kill one of us, for sure.

I hate the people picking fights with me as if I am some kind of competition for them, in the way of something they want causing me headaches and problems, and I hate that “something they want” too. I hate the b******* headaches and b******* people start for the sake of it.

I hate everything about it.

And unless you’re a cool attractive woman who I like, I f****** HATE being looked at and thought of that way, myself. I would like to literally shoot most people in the face getting any ideas when it comes to me. I hate human s********, and I f****** hate 95% of the people on this planet. Mind you I learn to get by in life, but I hate people.

I hate that stinky hairy mother fucker at the airport looking at women’s bag tags and then Facebooking those women. That’s the least of why I hate that mother fucker, but whatever.