If only I could convey a little bit of how I feel.
If it hadn't been discounted by someone outside
I hated every second of it.
I was fighting for balance every moment.
The most sincere thing that remains in me is hatred.
I've written my dying whine thousands of times.
And the reason was always the feeling of alienation.
But no one can hate me more than I do
, Like the timid approach of a May morning, my feelings were changing from anger to apathy.
The desire to create and share rang like thunder in my head, but the pain is much stronger.
I'm sorry that I grew up like this.
I do not know why it hurts me, I do not know why I feel hate.
Smiling through my disgust, I feel nothing but this
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ nerdy bastards whose mouths are full of self-importance
If you don't doubt, it means you're stupid, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ confident
No you don't know what real pain is, no you don't know what real euphoria is.
No, you don't know who I am, and no, you haven't felt real hate yet.
The consumer is the worst of all
Strive for abundance
Pretend that you're part of a new culture dictated by someone out there, for some reason it's cool.
Wear what they all wear, do what they do.
And here he is, a new mouth bug, a human centipede, where the food is.
There are some things that it's useless to tell others about.
About sadness for example
It is useless to describe the level of longing if the cause of its occurrence is deeper than the problems due to insatiable desires and needs.
This is not when the shade of an attitude towards something changes in a negative way, due to the general condition.
This is also when knowledge rewards you with a depressed mood.
It's just as irreversible as sunrise or sunset.
This is terrible
It makes no sense to find the answer to this question through external influences such as communication, alcohol, drugs, food, movies, and the like.
Solving deep problems is inside
You're not the only one who's faced this problem.
And the answer lies in your head.
You can think, not just eat, sleep, ♥♥♥♥ and chat.
You don't just have a brain to figure out how to waste even more free time down the toilet.
Think about it, and then think again.
Hate and pain is ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ugly – it's disgusting and nauseating
It's just like human relationships, especially when all your social skills are grinning back at you.
Hating everything, mostly yourself, is as much fun as drowning kittens in a well or nailing skinners' hands to a tree.
Steal from yourself and nail your own hands to a tree
It's fun.
Tell an idiot the truth, he won't understand anything.
Being born simply wrong – all attempts are patristic
Being born right and suitable in all aspects of the modern world is a victory.
And how much ♥♥♥♥ I had to endure and go through, how many victims I have to go through.
And I still haven't gotten used to myself.
I still hate looking at myself in the mirror.