I hate myself very much. As far as my looks go I hate being tall. Most people have a complex if they are too short. I would love to be short. I hate my hair because they are falling out quickly and in a few years I will look like a grandpa. I hate my oversized belly, my gigantic feet and the fact that I have dense body hair. I hate my barely working heart and my damaged brain.
I hate myself as far as mental characteristics go as well. I'm weak, I'm flawed and I'm broken. I'm afraid of tons of things, I can't stop hating on loads of things and I can't get along with virtually anybody for more than a year. I'm a snobbish, selfish, socially awkward prick who won't let anyone have a different opinion on certain things. I ask "why not?" when everyone else goes "why?" and vice versa. I lack motivation to do a bunch of stuff I should have done long ago. I complain about being tired by work when I have 7 lessons to teach while others spend entire days working without saying a word.
I can't enjoy simple things because something is either perfect or useless to me. It is very easy to make me angry, and even easier to make me cry. I'm extremely forgetful, I can't focus on a task for long enough to actually finish it most of the time. What little potential I have is wasted by my laziness.
I am an error. I'm a hiccup of the system. I should be corrected and ironed out like a bug in the software of the universe.
The problem is I'm way too much of a pussy to off myself. Fingers crossed for cancer, though.
I hate myself as far as mental characteristics go as well. I'm weak, I'm flawed and I'm broken. I'm afraid of tons of things, I can't stop hating on loads of things and I can't get along with virtually anybody for more than a year. I'm a snobbish, selfish, socially awkward prick who won't let anyone have a different opinion on certain things. I ask "why not?" when everyone else goes "why?" and vice versa. I lack motivation to do a bunch of stuff I should have done long ago. I complain about being tired by work when I have 7 lessons to teach while others spend entire days working without saying a word.
I can't enjoy simple things because something is either perfect or useless to me. It is very easy to make me angry, and even easier to make me cry. I'm extremely forgetful, I can't focus on a task for long enough to actually finish it most of the time. What little potential I have is wasted by my laziness.
I am an error. I'm a hiccup of the system. I should be corrected and ironed out like a bug in the software of the universe.
The problem is I'm way too much of a pussy to off myself. Fingers crossed for cancer, though.
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