I hate so many things in this world. I hate how as a species we seem to desire a slow, self-destruction for ourselves in the name of progress. Progress is already causing us to become obsolete in some areas or in our hubris, we create our killers like so many sci-fi movies have foretold.
I hate how foolish people can be to select a person when their very self screams “wannabe dictator” again… An IQ test should be a requirement to vote in my opinion.
What I hate the most is myself. I hate how I have this powerful urge to tell my family that it was a waste to save me at birth spending so much money. If I could go into the past, I would tell my family to let me die because even I realize saving a twisted, hateful creature was a mistake. When you begin to hate the very systems that keep a living being alive, the only salvation is death. Everything else is just prolonged suffering and cruelty.
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I am a week late but I don’t think it was a waste to save you at birth. I do not know you well but just from this post I don’t think you’re a twisted, hateful creature. Most people aren’t. If anybody’s told you that they’re most likely wrong.