If you've read any of my journal posts, this may come as a shock.

I have long struggled with a mental affliction known as misanthropy.
This, for those dumb@sses not in the know, means i have a deep seated hate for humans and the BS they do. (like breathing)

I would like to feel bad about this, but luckily i don't. That would only add "pussy hippie crybaby" to my long list of lamentably accurate self descriptions. Thank nobody that, due to this fact, i can now tag "wannabe" to "pussy hippie crybaby".
I'm unforgiving like that and honestly enjoy stacking up the insults and indictments to my own person. (A nauseating example of wasted space if i ever saw one in a mirror)

No, i do not feel at all bad about my ill will towards mankind.
Had it been called womankind, i would like to believe it would have made a difference in my attitude towards the species, but lets be honest here, it wouldn't.
I dont trust things that can bleed without..
Ahw forget about the bleeding, if you're guilty of respiration you have already earned my distrust. Gender or other useless denominators don't even enter into it.

I know it's not your fault, it just looks that way from my point of view. Which, being a human perspective, is undoubtedly as erroneous as humanly possible.
(Yes, that means i really do blame you for breathing, but then, i hold my self to the same standards)

Sadly, i haven't yet mastered hypocrisy and murderous sadism.
If only i could slightly overcome my distaste for other humans, i could actually join a group to maximize the impact of my hatred. Sadly political parties, youth indoctrination centers or organized religions necessitate human interaction and i'm too much of a disgusting waste of oxygen to be bothered.

Besides, that would only allow for larger amounts of inevitable human error, and you people deserve to be destroyed properly. Non of this willy nilly, half baked mass shootings or cluster bombings.
It's pathetic and like most other vermin, violence makes humans want to spawn more sickening larvae, undoing all the tiresome work and hard won silence within 9 months.
Bipedal cockroaches, the lot of us!

Damnable orbiting teapot, i hate us all so much...

(And damn that doctor that claims i'm suffering from compulsive sarcasm too!)

*Sadly, reality was severely beaten to a pulp of whimpering agony in the writing of this journal post. I, in fact, love my fellow violent, spiteful, petty and xenophobic human beings to pieces.
Very very small pieces, preferably.*