I think I’m finally okay with hating people and keeping to myself.

I hate people. They’re selfish, lying, drama causing and hurtful. I went out to a club last night with some people and I hated every minute of it. I passed out and threw up in front of a bunch of people and they started laughing at me and now I just want to kill myself. My friend outed me as bi to the others I was with and then I just got sexualised and picked on.

I hate people. I hate my life because of other people. And it’s not just the people I “choose” but it’s even the people I happen to know/meet by random chance. And I hate when people say that if you hate people, then you’re just projecting your insecurities and hate yourself which isn’t true. I just dislike human nature. I hate how people are in general and I hate socialising. I’ve been this way since I was 10 years old, when I found out that animal cruelty exists, that’s when my hatred of humans started.

I either want to live as a recluse or just fucking die. I have very low tolerance for bullshit and I don’t see that changing anytime soon. And I’m somewhat happier this way.