i think it has long since been the case that i hated everyone and every time it happens again fresh and new and i begin hating them again. i hate them for petty things i hate the little things they tick me off i cannot help but hate them deeply

you know how you're supposed to love the little things and come to a greater appreciation of life because oh it's all just so beautiful and whatnot? i only come to hate them and despise them and resent them and feel spite i feel spite nothing but spite spite against things and people and i feel distaste for the little things and they ruin everything and everything gets ruined sooner or later and i hate all the little things in the world the little subtle mundane things that i shouldn't care about at all that may not even really be there that i may be making up but i hate them anyway