I hate the why everything has turned out over the passed few years, literally nothing has gone my way, even when I think I have made the right choice it almost always backfires eventually.
I make friends who later on in life forget or abandon me, leaving me back where I began; alone and friendless, huddled up in a corner ready to spew my emotions out at the drop of a hat.
I form relationships, which I solemnly destroy with my own stupidity and ignorance.
My mind turns to self-hatred, not only of my physical appearance, but of my own nature, I hate the way I behave, the way I act, what I like, what I don't like, the colour of my skin, the c