I don’t know why I am constantly resentful of those around me. Every time something good happens, I always seem to fall into resentful. I hate myself, and I hate living. This probably does not do anything, or has any value, but I’m not sure how to accurately express myself with these issues. I wish I was dead, and I hope something kills me, because I hate being alive, and I hate dealing with people’s problems.
2 comments
I don’t want to be alive either
Everyone dies
Why be forced to live out a lifetime you really never wanted to live
I dislike mankind, occasionally
Much prefer the comfort of landscapes
But they can have it, you know?
I believe I was born in the wrong family,wrong place and the wrong time, I’m 42 now and I’ve hate life as far as I can remember, I hate people and everything that comes with them. I hate my parents,both my brothers and my entire family tree. I wish there was an easy way out but apparently killing yourself is very hard and complicated