Pissed

I am so unhappy with my life. I'm trying to fix it but I only become even more unhappy along the way, I try to keep my hopes and head up, but I'm just so worn out, and I'm so alone. I didn't even ask to be here, but I guess that's just how life is, I don't even wanna get into that philosophical existential shit, my brain can only do so much. I don't wanna be here any longer, I have dreams, I'm not a simple person, I want, I yearn. I hate my body, my mind, this town, this country, it's people, I hate men, I hate, I hate, I hate. All I feel is hate, sickness, and emptiness. I've tried people, but they just disappoint, always. I believe I'm the only true lonely man inhibiting this corrupt planet. What more do you all want from me? You've taken my innocence, my joy, my fulfillment... you never even gave me a family, you sick bastard. And I'M supposed to fix your fuck up?! I WILL NEVER BLAME MYSELF, nor did I ever! I know when I do wrong, THIS isn't one of them. I'm surrounded by people who believe in a loveless merciless morally hollow God, in shaming people with ambition and individuality, in superiority, basically in everything I do not. I just wanna belong, but I don't wanna have to change myself in order to do that, because that's just not fair. Even the idea of having to speak about these imbeciles makes me sick, but if I don't I'll never be able to move forward. Life's a fucking joke.