Angry bitter hatred for all things

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br&on

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You're all so god damn busy all the time with your hobbies and fancy shit and what not. I'm not good enough to have a hobby, yet you all are. People tell me I'm great, if I'm great I'd have a fucking hobby. God damn I'm an idiot and I know it. The world knows it. They're all out to get me. If they don't hate me, they will eventually, or they don't know me. So I hole myself up in my basement yet I complain about how I want to get out all the time. What the hell is this shit? I'm complaining about a situation I worked myself into yet I can't get out of? Why the fuck doesn't someone come down here and kill me right now? I'm too much of a pussy to kill myself, that's been made obvious before. So I could hire someone else to do it. Someone who hates me. But I'd have to talk to that person and said person wouldn't be willing because whoever it is hates me. They all hate me, I could spin around in a circle pointing my finger and land on someone who hates my existence. But why would someone like that come into my home? The answer is simple...money. I have money. I have thousands of dollars in the bank. I could empty my accounts just so this person would kill me. Hell, my life's not even worth thousands. I could slip someone a 20 and that would be worth more. But then again, why are there people who think I can do great things? They don't know me well enough. Each day a little flame grows inside them and they hate me more and more. Then one day they'll snap and start spreading the word about how I'm so hated. They're going to circle me with rifles and start firing away just because it's apparently funny or something. What do they know anyway? Oh yeah, everything. They know everything because I'm an idiot who's managed to acquire nothing in this short life. It's my fault. Yet it's everyone else's. So am I everyone? Am I losing it? No, I'm finding it. Finding out the truth about people who hate me and want to stab me over and over again until I die. They'd film that shit and put it online for everyone to watch. It would be funny to them and me. I'd prop up my own dead body kicking back a cold can of Mountain Dew and laugh with them. Then I'd poke all my stab wounds, grey and cold and dirty as they are. Oozing with dried up blood. Some sick girl will lick the blood then turn into a vampire and eat my face. Holy shit I'm an idiot.
 
maybe you should keep a more positive approach to life. Play some sports, try hanging out with people, dont sit at home, try to be less angry...i bet something will be to your liking. I noticed that you hate almost everthing you encounter. I believe you get treated the way you treat others. I dont see the point of jabbing at everyone and everything. Bitching about life will not make it better, nor will it make you feel anymore happy. I suggest you read a book, listen to less angry music, stop bitching out your friends and try to be more social.

Hope that didnt sound to mean, but that just my 2 cents.:thumbsup:
 
Once again, Jung speaks the truth.

BTW: Lampy, do what I do and sleep whenever you're not busy. Dreams are what keep me mildly sane. :happysad:
 
That DOESN'T WORK. Every time I tried doing those things, every single person hated me. I am a universally intolerable human being. If I sit at home, I can't be intolerable...at best ignored, at worst mocked. My way of life. I played sports...but everyone who played them hated me. I hung out with people, but they all hated me. I tried being less angry(you're not born this way), but everyone hated me anyway. And you know what? They still do. What the hell? Some people can't win.

I am going to my counselor or whatever it is on Thursday and asking him to put me on meds...solid doses of anti-depressants and Risperdal should work wonders...
 
I belive you're just afraid. You're afraid of pretty much life in general so instead of trying things out, you decide you hate them in a matter of minutes. And since you hate everything, yourself included, you can't see why anyone would view the world any differently. Which must mean they hate you.

Here's a clue dude. People don't hate you. They're just sick of your whinny emo shit.

You've got far too much drama in your life. Stop reading so much in to everything. If someone doesn't call you that doesn't mean they hate you. If a dog barks at you it doesn't hate you. If you spill your beer it doesn't hate you. Stop making things be 1. bad and 2. about you. Most things are just things. They're not good, they're not bad and they're not about you.

I don't hate you. I feel sorry for you because you've become a narcisistic, emo cry baby. Life is not all roses and wonderful shit for anyone else either. The difference is that they made the choice to not dwell only on the negative things.
 
Yes it does. The response I got was "Sorry, but you've been acting like a bitch lately". They do. Most of them anyway.



Well, what exactly do I have positive going for me? And don't say I have to make positive things either. If I was capable of that, I would have done it a long time ago.



What the hell would that prove? That you're trying to pity me and that it's not possible for me to get laid of my own accord? Well actually you're probably right, but I still have dignity for some reason.
 
It's not to prove anything dude. It's to help cheer you up, you know release dorfmans and stuff.

I always feel better after sex. Well most of the time. We won't get into the negative part right now.

And, I'm not doubting your ability to get girls at all.

Stop trying to turn everything around on everyone else. You're totally PMSing.
 
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