I hate everything

I'm one of those people who looks like they always have something to be happy about. I'm always smiling. And I'm always laughing. Even when I cry.

This one's called "We're Just Like You."

I need to find another way to channel my anger other than through writing on here and feeding myself poison.

Think I might just hide out in my room until 4AM Thursday.

I never met a man who knew the proper definitions of trust, honesty, and loyalty.

Man, all you guys are fuckin' idiots. Go suck each others dicks.


No, no. All you people. I'd more specifically like to take you sailing in the middle of the ocean, duct tape you to an anchor, and throw you overboard. Rot, fuckhead.

I am indifferent.

I might pretend that last post or thoughts did not happen. I'm scared, if you don't know it. I am. More afraid than you could ever imagine. But willing to consider it because it's you. I hate to say this, and maybe I'm wrong, but you know, I don't think these things would happen if you just let me in.

Why did that happen last night? I suppose it could've been worse, I could've said what I wanted to say just because it felt right, those words I've been dreading to say ever again, but I didn't. There's no use. Sobriety has helped me bite my tongue more often as of late. But thank you half damaged brain for starting this in the first place. I hate excuses. Almost as much as I hate lies. Funny how I hate words more than people. Whatever happened to sticks and stones? Yes, sticks and stones, you've done me good all my twenty years. It's just something about saying words you don't mean and making shit up that bothers me. What's also funny is how I don't think you're lying, I just don't know what to think. Oh well.