pony No.2
Pony
- Oct 22, 2024
- 16
I'm aware of how much I hate certain things in life but I don't see how hating something makes me a bad person when the feeling of hate comes naturally to me, to humans in general, I hate being around people, I hate noise, I hate interacting with others, I hate socializing, I hate the world itself for making me a part of it. Even if I ever do get diagnosed with a personality disorder, I still wouldn't hide behind that, I'd still be a bad person and would fully accept that I am one. I would still be fully aware of everything I do. (I hate specifically that stuff above because of my sensory issues, ADHD, and past negative experiences.)
Yes, sure. I'm happy when socializing with certain people I'm close to, but when I'm alone I'm reminded of the dirty and ugly parts of myself, but then again this isn't about them and how they feel, they don't feel hatred on a level I do, they don't hate themselves, they don't feel like making others unhappy because they're unhappy.
Which is why I take it out on myself, my sadness and anger, out on myself via cutting or taking many pills to sleep for a while and be groggy as a way of detaching myself from emotions and physical sensations. I don't care if I'm a bad person for feeling hate, I'm already painfully aware and mature enough to know why I feel the way I do. I always have been. I'm a young adult yet I've already been shaped by my own trauma and negative experiences with no real emotional support from anyone as a child. Changing is simply not possible for me, changing my way of thinking will do nothing, I already know why people do certain things, knowing the reason behind something just makes me hate that thing even more. I'm able to function daily, my thoughts are just angry, I'm able to experience joy and happiness, but that hate is still there.
I'll eventually die from my bad habits, the drinking, cutting, consumption of drugs that'll destroy my liver, and more. Until then, I'm a hateful person who's aware of their actions and words and how they may hurt someone but doesn't care. Why would a person like me be worthy of life? Why am I worth saving? I know why, because they think they can "help" people, and don't actually care about what the person is going through, all they care about is preserving life, regardless of that person's quality of life.
(Also, the main reason I felt like venting was because of people on Instagram bitching about me hating kids.)
Yes, sure. I'm happy when socializing with certain people I'm close to, but when I'm alone I'm reminded of the dirty and ugly parts of myself, but then again this isn't about them and how they feel, they don't feel hatred on a level I do, they don't hate themselves, they don't feel like making others unhappy because they're unhappy.
Which is why I take it out on myself, my sadness and anger, out on myself via cutting or taking many pills to sleep for a while and be groggy as a way of detaching myself from emotions and physical sensations. I don't care if I'm a bad person for feeling hate, I'm already painfully aware and mature enough to know why I feel the way I do. I always have been. I'm a young adult yet I've already been shaped by my own trauma and negative experiences with no real emotional support from anyone as a child. Changing is simply not possible for me, changing my way of thinking will do nothing, I already know why people do certain things, knowing the reason behind something just makes me hate that thing even more. I'm able to function daily, my thoughts are just angry, I'm able to experience joy and happiness, but that hate is still there.
I'll eventually die from my bad habits, the drinking, cutting, consumption of drugs that'll destroy my liver, and more. Until then, I'm a hateful person who's aware of their actions and words and how they may hurt someone but doesn't care. Why would a person like me be worthy of life? Why am I worth saving? I know why, because they think they can "help" people, and don't actually care about what the person is going through, all they care about is preserving life, regardless of that person's quality of life.
(Also, the main reason I felt like venting was because of people on Instagram bitching about me hating kids.)