Im so sick of people all the time. I don't interact with people at all outside of the community, but everytime I go outside, I just feel wary and scared, no amount of bloodlust in sight. I am likely misanthropic, which yaknow, that seems to be the only consistent label that I submitted. I Hate people who call other people schizos. They have nothing going for them. Rude people, too. I dont care if they have mmroe money than me, they are scum. They are scum. They choose this personality, and people who choose to be submissive to rude people are complicit. Submissive and traumatized people are so complicated, it makes me physically ill if i think about it for half a day. I don't think I hate mentally ill people but after my dads visit, im not so sure. I hate having flaws, I hate living actually. It literally seems to be the only logical choice that is executable and doesn't require a job to do so. I label this frustration, but the more accurate term for what I am saying is... (2/?)