I hate most people.

Just about everybody I know seems to be absolutely caught up in their own self righteousness to recognize any criticisms about themselves and then go and attack those critics because they can’t formulate an intelligent argument against those critiques.

And even if someone isn’t pointing out a dislikable feature about Mr/Ms Perfection, they feel it necessary to belittle the odd one out, as it brings some sort joy and self-enpowernment to these people so they may continue to push around the weak.

I don’t think it’s unhealthy to hate everybody. I actually think that’s what keeps me sane. I don’t focus on my own flaws and short comings and am given a new enemy to destroy, metaphorically speaking.

In short, I want everybody to die.

If I talk to you and smile, you’re one of the few I don’t want to see die.