my sixth idiot journal (in which I rant about some of the many things I hate)

I hate children
I hate loud annoyances
I hate annoyances in general
I hate mornings
I hate the clingy
I hate cold
I hate wet
I hate warmth
I hate false kindness
I hate mortality
I hate people who think they are immortal
I hate disturbances
I hate chaos
I hate losing control
I hate repetitiveness
I hate the mundane
I hate the average
I hate obsession
I hate labels
I just hate people in general
I hate those who degrade and demean themselves
I hate fakes and fakers
I hate pretenders and pretending
I hate dreams and dreamers
I hate weakness and emotion for that reason
I hate awkwardness
I hate imperfection
I hate pain
I hate frustration
I hate fear
I hate stupidity
I hate greed
I hate shyness
I hate guilt
I hate anger
I hate all emotion (including hate)
I hate hate
I hate me

I hate me because I am most of these things that I despise so much. It's frustrating, for no reason and every reason on earth. Most of what I hate is human nature (imperfection, chaos, pain, love, fear, emotion and all that), so I hate this world and everything in it. But never fear, citizens of earth, I shall not detonate the planet; it's not that kind of hate. You know those small hoards of harmless black ants? My hate is like that, small but vastly reaching, harmless but annoying. You can never quite seam to get rid of them and there's nothing you can do about it. I can't change the world to be everything I want it to be, nor can I change myself to want it to be what it is. Pure annoyance. I hate annoyance.