Why are you so hateful? Genuinely curious
Why are you so hateful? Genuinely curious
Because I'm a sad loser, duh
Because my life is shitty, duh
Tired and bitter.
Isn't it enough?
Im not hateful but I am distrusting and have extreme trust issues
Because I'm genuinely wholesome otherwise. A man's gotta have an outlet, you anime-posting faggot.
Bittter about being born ugly, stupid, and autistic. I'll never amount to anything in my life, and the times I finally got the balls to try and kill myself it failed or I got put in the hospital and psych ward, further ruining my waste of a fucking life. I'm an utter failure at everything I do, everything i've ever attempted, and logically everything I ever will do. I will always be alone, my mental retardation prevents me from understanding basic human interaction. I hate my job, but it's the only thing I can do with my lack of skills or ability to learn any valuable skills. My family is toxic, with a deadbeat dad and fucked up mom who probably stunted whatever development I could have had, and had me so late in their lives guaranteeing I'd be a sperg. I used to be in excellent shape, but now I'm fat. I used to have nice, long hair, now I'm going bald at 21. What friends I do have are drifting away, and I don't know how to handle it. I spent years of my youth working towards a goal which my mental health background fucked me out of, also losing me a full paid scholarship and guaranteed job in the process.
I could honestly go on and on, but I just wish I could go to sleep and never wake up. It never gets any better, anyone who tells you that is full of shit.
Nonstop, every day, people shriek at me.
>do this
>no don't do that like THAT
>no I wanted it THIS way
And worst of all, they berate you for things you have no control over. As if you can fix all these things in the universe. They lay all this responsibility at your feet and you can't handle it because you're just a normal guy who wants the world to leave you alone.
And you see the rest of the world playing and having fun with their friends and you realize you're such an autist who's brain cannot comprehend the idea of normal interaction- who's mouth will refuse to open before they ask women out on dates, who's legs won't move to take them to socialize.
And you have no control. No control at all, and they lay all those responsibilities at your feet. The only thing left is a husk.
People have done horrible things to me and so I defend myself with a hateful veneer. So I guess it's more a fear than hate.
Ah, a fellow who's experienced the joys of Customer Service.