i hate to love to hate

i suffer from bipolar disorder and misanthropy and i hate it. i hate my sickness but i hate boring ordinary people, too. i hate that stupid fucks. i hate all that silly career guys. i hate youth. i hate their mothers and fathers. i hate their traditions and culture. i hate every tiny race. i hate turks. i hate germans. i hate jews. i hate hitler. hell yes, i hate west. i hate islam. i hate pope. i hate north. i hate winter. i like summer. i hate my brother, and the rest of my fucking family. i hate my girlfriend. i hate our relationship. i hate msn. i hate blogs. i hate keyboards. i hate future. i hate everything...

i hate this world. and beyond that. this universe. i hate life when i am in it. reason? i have no other choice. and i hate it. now, i am ok. i am doing fine. i can like you, love you. i feel relieved a little bit. i think i love to hate yet i hate it. and this is just my bygone and your now. did you get it? oh yes.