From an angry boy..
Most of the time, I really hate most people in the world. Every fucking human being I come in contact with. Girls, mostly. Guys, mostly, too. I could go on for hours and hours, days and days, years and years, eons and eons of how much I hate and who I hate and who I’d like to kill.
I hate teenage girls. I hate their stupid fake personalities and their stupid smiles. I hate their blonde fucking hair with the repulsive brown streaks. I hate their dumb attitudes towards their future and towards the world. I hate how they fuck every guy with a six pack and a cocky attitude, and think they’re worth something. I hate their enormous fucking houses with the nice yard and the trophy mother and the jerk-off of a father. I hate their dumb fucking Hollister clothes and their rip-off vans. I hate their posses. I hate how every single one of those idiots looks like the other idiot, acts like the idiot, dresses like the other idiot, and follows a set of guidelines that the other idiot wrote up. Differ from the rest you fucking robots, create something out of your own well-being. Jesus Christ. Yes, that includes you. Well, only a little bit.
I hate loser fucking guys. No one cares that you fucking work out, Jack. No one cares that you live in fucking Northern California, asshole. No one cares that you drink Monster and Red Bull. I hate your stupid baseball fucking hats, and your goddamn muscles. I hate your fucking tank-tops and your fucking basketball shorts, and your nice fucking jeans. I hate how you fuck every one of those idiots mentioned above, and feel nothing afterwards. I hate your immense fucking trucks and how goddamn they’re noisy they are. I hate when you say, “bro” or dumb shit like that. You fucking suck and should be wiped off the face of this goddamn planet.
