I hate...

Sometimes I am truly convinced that I hate everything. That everything I look at I despise and is worth nothing to me. This includes the times that I look in the mirror. I hate looking in the mirror. I hate the world and it's foolish inhabitants and I hate that I'm one of them. I hate that I get so angry over little things, and I hate that people think I should see someone for it.

I hate that I think I'm nothing, even if it is true. I hate thinking about the future and honestly sometimes I hate thinking that there IS a future. I hate that babies are allowed to be born to such retarded parents, and I hate that that cycle began generations ago with each making the same mistake. I hate that money is the be-all end-all, and I hate that it's unavoidable. I hate how people plan their lives around it, and commonly if you don't, you're fucked and get none of it.

I hate how sometimes I'm naturally social, and I hate how it's a facade. I also hate how frequently I think of just becoming a recluse, and I hate how hard it would be to do so. I hate how deep down inside I care what some people think, and I hate that they think anything at all. I hate the fact that sometimes I feel like nothing is worth anything.

I hate that life is one big game of chance, and I hate that I'm stuck playing it. I hate that people are so competitive and I hate that I get caught up in it. I hate that it's impossible for things to be perfect, yet we live our lives striving for that. I hate how everyone, myself included, throws the word "love" around like it's nothing. I hate that because of that it means nothing on a global scale. I hate that the world is saturated with greed.

I hate that since realizing dreams are only mere escapes from this hell, I have yet to have one. I hated vague nightmares of something I may or may not have done or may have not even done yet. But yet it lingers. I hate that I am not the same person I was even 4 years ago, and I hate how simple things were back then.

I hate that I hate so much, so easily. I hate that in the end we all fall short of our dreams. I hate being a pessimist, and I hate that it's natural. I hate that no one likes this side of me so I'm forced to act like I have my whole life so I don't lose everything. I hate that that bothers me. I hate that people will read this, and I hate that people will care. I hate that typing this doesn't make me feel any better.

Every morning I open my eyes, I hate.

-5.22.09

Judging a Book by It's Cover

Far too often these days people judge others based on their appearance, and it is yet another plague of the society. Get one tattoo? People look at you like it defines you as a bad person. Get your ears stretched? You clearly look like a slob and don't care enough about your appearance.

I am sick and tired of people judging others by their appearance because in the end it's just that: appearance. People enjoy different things and do different things physically; stretching and tattoos shouldn't be frowned upon like they're the devils work when, in fact, it should have NOTHING to do with one's opinion of another. It's just plain shallow and stupid, like most of the so-called "morals" of this twisted nation.

I feel like every time I go outside I am pissed off by something stupid. People are stupid, social classes are stupid, and what people are identified by is stupid. If I don't talk shit about your appearance, who the HELL are you to do it to me?

If there is something one wants to do, the LAST person they should give a shit about is ANYONE else. If it's what you want, it's what you should do. Life is too short to governed by someone else's opinions. If we were intended to live our lives by the opinions of others, everyone would be exactly the same. Be you, and if the people around you don't like it, tell them to fuck off. People should focus more on doing what makes them happy and less on what puts others down.

-5.11.09