The only person I loathe, hate, despise, and find absolutely pathetic, inconvenient, time-wasting and unimaginably horrible and disgusting is me. I don't understand hatred towards other human beings, but I don't feel worthy of being loved or treated kindly. Don't think of this as a pity party, because I'm not depressed and rather optimistic, but as a perfectly good example of who not to be. Don't be me. You'll only hate yourself. The only other thing to be feared is my reflection because it's a spitting image of me.

Sometimes you just need to put it out there. I hate me, and it doesn't mean I'm depressed. I have everything going for me. I just hate me.