A woman sitting across me in the library just gave a very nasty look, because she was taking a nap and i made a sound to disturb her. The mance behind that look won’t leave me alone, i was not a human being to her at that moment, i was something much inferior and she wouldn’t hesitate to despise me.
I think one of the reason i hate being in the crowds is that on the one hand i unconsciously want to please everyone, on the other hand i know that is not possible and hate myself and everyone else for that.
I hate myself so much. […]