Yet, to be honest, I hate all of you. Or, say, most of you. No, scratch that. At some level I hate all of you, even the ones I actually like, and a couple of you I actually like a lot (as friends, don't get ideas). You are all the kind of people I was raised to despise: You are nerds and geeks, and misfits no one likes, and weak willed louts. You are improper and have no manners, you are loud and dirty, and the only standards most of you have are about -videogames- of all things. Yet behind it all that's exactly what I would have liked to be, and then I hate my guts even more than I hate you all. I despise this retarded airheaded persona, I despise enjoying your puppy like antics, I despise coming back even after what she did because I can't escape being myself in any other place, and I despise having fun in such a place even more than I despise everything else.
I -hate you all-. You are shameful excuses of human beings, all of you. Which makes me one too.