This is therapy...

A lot on my mind right now...and I'm tired. Sometimes I remember exactly why I hate people. Yes, I do, hate people...at times. Hate to be around them, hate having to put up with them, hate to have to listen to same ol' $%&##@!!! every other day, hate having to be polite, hate having to see their own stupidity in front of them and not see it for themselves, hate to see their own self contradictions, hate to see them look at everyone else when they should be looking at themselves, hate to see how thay wish they knew everything and act like they know everything(when they know squat!), hate to listen to their talks of supposed feelings of love and friendship, of money and grades, of what to wear to a party, of how fat that girl is, of what's the latest gossip on people they don't even know and people who don't know them, and of every damn superficial thing you can think of or anything real that they think they really do know of, I hate how they do unto others what they don't want done to themselves (bunch of wimps), I hate all their posturing and false presumptions, I hate how easy it is to guide them like sheep...not going beyond what they see or hear(and they don't see or hear much either to begin with), and I hate hate hate dishonesty.

Writing that babble was suppose to make me feel better...a friend told me so.

Well, I don't.


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