Poetry/Journal — #2 (Vent)

Everything sucks, I hate it all.. I hate being seen like I'm an actual person. I hate being talked to like I'm an actual person. I fucking hate it, I hate how aggressive I am, I hate me, I hate me so much. Everyone's so ignorant, I hate humans, they are a fucked up hell of a specie, and I hate my life, why the fuck am I this way? Why couldn't I be a dog or something? What I was supposed to be, but no, I'm a bitchy insecure wannabe boy with low standards and to high of self-esteem. I can't take it anymore, Bro, I'm weird as hell for wanting to be called a non-human so I can feel better about myself. But I'm awesome