I hate people. I hate cheaters. I hate players. I hate users. I hate all these types of people and alot more. These people drive me MAD ! I'm talking to the point that I just want to go on a shooting rage and just shoot everyone of these people thats ever hurt me. But i dont do it. Why ? What stops me ? I dont know.
I hate the fact that I know too god damned much about my life. I hate knowing whats going to come before it ****ing comes. This last one wouldn't be so bad if I would know the GOOD things that come.. But I ALWAYS know when something bad is going to happen. It never ****ing fails. I've never once seen a good thing comming. I hate knowing that my path has been layed out before me. Now that I know its there, I've learned to read it and see my choices and see the outcome of each choice with god damned near perfect clarity.
I hate how when something good comes my way, I get all exited and I get so pumped up about it that I become blinded to the things around me. I hate it when I become so fixated on one person that when she is gone I notice I've let everything else fall behind. I hate seeing the all the bad in all the good. I hate the way I view life. I hate everything about life.
I hate the fact that all the good things I've ever had in my life I threw away because i DIDN'T see anything bad in them. Not seeing bad in something scares me because EVERYTHING good has a bad side. Here is a perfect analogy for this: If i have a rock and I see that there is a spider on the other side of it, I'll continue to hold the rock and manuvure around the spider and I wont drop it until I've been bitten. But If I am holding a rock, and I dont see a spider I drop the rock because I am affriad of being suprisingly bitten by a spider that I didnt see. I don't know if that makes any sence to any of you, but thats how i am. I can't help or explain it. Its just something about me that I cant change without changing WHO I am.
But then again. I hate who I am. I hate myself. I hate my past. I hate my present. I hate my future. I hate everything about me. I hate being white. I hate having this stupid flabby gut. I hate not having muscles. I hate being smarter than others. I hate being me. I want to be someone else. I want to be anybody. Anybody but me. I hate myself so much I want to die. I've wanted to die for a long time now. Sometimes this feeling gets suppressed, but its always there, lingering in my head. Now its back out again, like alot of other times in my past. I dont consider myself suicidal. I'm too ****ing chicken to do something like that. Thats another thing i hate about myself. I'm scared of everything. ESPECIALLY the unknown. I'm scared of Death, because I for one, do not know Death on a personal level. I wish that Death would come and take me away. I dont want to go to him, but I want him to come to me. Make my brakes in my truck go out while I'm on the highway. Let a hurricane throw a board thru my head. Something. ANYTHING. Just end this poor excuse of a life already and get it over with. Take my sould off of this planet so that another, better soul may enter. They deserve this place alot more than I do. Thats for damned sure.
Sometimes I think I am crazy for thinking all these thoughts and that I should be locked up in a nut hut somewhere. I once walked myself to a mental hospital and sat outside for 3 hours in the middle of the night thinking. Then I broke down and called my ex, Robin. She is the only person I've ever trusted and ever have been able to talk to so deeply. She knows me better than I know myself, and she has saved my life many times before. But I wont let her be here this time. Its time for me to either die, or grow the **** up. I said "grow up" because I dont know what else to call it. I can get over this bump by myself, or I can just wither away into oblivion. I wont let her help me this time. She doesnt even know how I feel anymore. For all she knows I am the happiest person alive. MOST people think that about me. No one really knows how I truely feel. I dont talk to anyone. I trust no one. Well, I do trust Robin. But thats irrelevant. She is gone and I need to move on. Its been over 2 and a half years since I left her, its about time I finally let it all go. There is no changing the past. Whats done is done.
I've thought about getting a phsyciatrist (sp?). I think i have a few mental disabilities. I have bi polar tendensies. I am deathly afraid of social things. And I am constantly depressed. Even when i am happy, I am depressed. I the past year there has been only 1 day that i was truely happy. An honest to God, no depression or sadness whatsoever, kind of day. This day was last Sunday. The day Elena first kissed me. But even her kiss was poison. A kind of trap to get me to buy her things. This has spoiled my taste for happiness. I don't want happiness anymore. Happiness just brings more pain and heartache. Pain is the price for Happiness. And I'd rather never be happy again, than to feel any more additional pain then what i feel right now.
I just want to die... I just want to die...