I ****ing HATE people!

I absolutely hate people! Can't stand them. How can somebody so be so miserable like myself? I can't even smile. I'm fed up of living in this **** hole of a town. Each day I spend my lunch breaks alone on a bench in a shopping centre, reminded and cementing the fact why I hate people. Same faces everyday, doleys and girls who got shagged at the age of 15 walking around pushing their 'fatherless'* child in the pram. *= if not fatherless then the dads a scum bag in his chavvy, scummy clothes. ...why do they all dress the same? Wearing berghaus and northface, the typical chav attire wearing waterproofs, giving camping brands and whatnot a bad name. These people don't have any ambitions, don't want to go anywhere or do anything in life. They conform to a 'production line' lifestyle, same thing every day, content with living off their benefits, 'living for the weekend' with the pinnacle of the week spent in their local pubs getting spannered. I hate how people conform, gutless turds, licking everyone's arse, ****ting out of the same ******** as everyone else because they haven't got a backbone. I just want to move away, live in a field, the wild, a desert island, anywhere, just as long as I am alone, but not lonely, as there's a difference. It's almost as though I try too hard to make people happy, or even to make a friend, but in the end I get nothing. My 'mates' only want me when they want something, even my dad is the same. I buy concert tickets and have to BEG someone (one of the people I call friends), to go with me. Girls complain and describe the sort of guy they want, and they basically describe me, I'm not a self centred, selfish, egotistical ********, and I wouldn't say I have a facial disfigurement, I like to think I take care of myself, and take pride in the way I look, but it says something when a guy around here with 4 teeth... Wait, 3 teeth, yeah, 3 teeth. When a guy around here with 3 teeth can find somebody and yet I can't. I can't stand clubbing, I don't particularly enjoy fat slags dancing, wiping their sweaty arse on my arms and people standing all over my shoes. Me and my 'mates' all talk about going on holiday but they're only interested in pissup lads holidays. Whereas I want to visit exotic, exciting places. Which leads me to think, How many people out there are the same as me? People who don't want to go to them places, or don't particularly enjoy drinking and clubbing on a saturday night. Yeah, I do like to 'let my hair down' (which isn't hard really considering I got it cut the other week) but I don't find standing in the pissing down rain at 4 in the morning, sluts spewing their dirty kebab and cheap pizza up on the pavement as fun. Surely there's A girl who sees the world similarly to me? I'm probably writing a load of **** here, today has pissed me right off, but I could sit here and talk for days on why I'm such a miserable ****. I'm constantly thinking, just ONE person, come along and restore my faith in people, ONE person! I just need a friend, to be honest, I couldn't care if you're a pensioner or you like the D, or women, or you're a tree hugger or hippie or bible basher or whatever. Also if you happen to like a band called 'The Gaslight Anthem' then let me know because they're my favourite! This post has probably made me sound all depressing and that I probably want to k1ll myself but that's totally not the case, relax, I can just about tie my shoe laces, I'm not gonna be able to tie rope around my neck. ...nah FYI, I obviously can tie my shoelaces. Take care of yourselves.S

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