i hate life. not all of it. but most of it. and not all the time. but often enough that i'm concerned about me. people make me crazy. i think i'd love life were it not for all the people. but i'm not sure. because i need people. i get sad and lonely and depressed without them in my life. literally - this is the epitome of "can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em." i hate people. and need people. so hate life.
even my vacation is tainted because there are still people. but i'm not an isolationist. i don't want to barricade myself in a cabin in the woods. i hate the woods. see, i hate things. i also hate hate. i hate hate and i love love but i can't love lately so i just want to spontaneously combust. i'm sure this is somehow my fault. but i'd rather just hate people and not be all introspective and crap. i'd rather just complain. i'd rather blog. i'd rather be complainy bloggy blogger than think about anything. like how annoying everything and everyone is. including me. i definitely don't want to think about how annoying i am. so for now we'll just say...
screw you, world. screw you.
