i hate people laughing loudly in the street. i wish i had a rifle. or a handgun. i wish i had the guts to do it. to shoot them. all of them.

i hate distracting noises in general. not that i like silence a lot. i just don`t like noises when they are least appropriate. like when i`m thinking.

i hate people not noticing i want to be alone. i hate it when they think i want to be alone, when i actually don`t. i hate being alone. i hate being. i hate.

i hate people thinking i am their friend. as if i owe something to them. like one day we had a written agreement from then on we are going to be friends. i hate them calling me. "you are not my friend! fuck off! i don`t wish to see you. i don`t know you. please die. i don`t care."

i hate the way all parents want their kids to be normal. just like everybody else. subconciously. start smoking and drinking in high school. do drugs. that`s normal. everybody`s doing it. hey, look, i`m not. surprise.

i hate my job. i always knew i`m going to hate it. before i started, she told me: "hey, how do you know you`re going to hate it if you haven`t tried?" well, look, i did. i hate that my salary depends not on my performance but on some useless pieces of paper like a university diploma or some crappy certificate. since when has a product of a paper company became a measure of intelect?

i hate it how these hypocrates keep telling they open offices in other countries not because they need to pay a hell less to the workers there. i hate it when they want their wants and needs become mine. i don`t care. i don`t give a shit about your company. i don`t give a shit about your projects being late. i don`t want to work overtime. i don`t want to lose sleep because of this. why? i`m not even going to be payed more for this. where`s any motivation? i`m not working for the bright future. i`m working for money. want result faster? pay more. isn`t it obvious? guess not.

i hate people thinking i`m ok. when i`m actually on the edge of killing myself.

i hate when someone tries to fit me into some frame, some template. dyed my hair black = goth. wtf? since when?

i hate rolling down the hill faster and faster with age. when i was a kid, i had the will to grab on to something to slow down. but now i just don`t see the point.

i hate wearing all these mask in public, because otherwise people start freaking out. i hate having "serious talks" with my superiors when they get a chance see me as i am. last time i started laughing hysterically and left.

i hate to realise that there are thousands like me. but we don`t notice each other. we wear mask. we try to look normal. why?

i like it. chocolate and garlic.