You are not alone. There are many people who feel this way. But they never come out and say it. I myself feel this all the time. Every day. I have gone as far as committing myself to a mental institution to keep from hurting other people. I had acquired several weapons and laid out plans. I committed myself and five days later after I told my group every detail, the hospital thru me out (I had no place to live at the time). Why because I didn't have insurance. But I repressed my rage and did not go on a killing spree. I found a few things out sense then. I asked for help. It might take some time to find what works for you, because most people will not understand. Even amongst the so called "professionals". But find an outlet, express your self, and look for the good people the few you don't hate and explain how you feel. I turned to religion. No not any western religion, but Wicca. In it I learned that I was not alone. I was not crazy. I was just at a different point on the scale as everyone else. I wasn't a sheep who's eyes would glaze over when they went into a store. I wasn't a cow that showed up to my stall every day to work. I was the tiger biding my time. The wolf stalking in the night. Each day I grow stronger. And I wait.
I Hate People with a Passion, IIN?
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You are not alone. There are many people who feel this way. But they never come out and say it. I myself feel this all the time. Every day. I have gone as far as committing myself to a mental institution to keep from hurting other people. I had acquired several weapons and laid out plans. I committed myself and five days later after I told my group every detail, the hospital thru me out (I had no place to live at the time). Why because I didn't have insurance. But I repressed my rage and did not go on a killing spree. I found a few things out sense then. I asked for help. It might take some time to find what works for you, because most people will not understand. Even amongst the so called "professionals". But find an outlet, express your self, and look for the good people the few you don't hate and explain how you feel. I turned to religion. No not any western religion, but Wicca. In it I learned that I was not alone. I was not crazy. I was just at a different point on the scale as everyone else. I wasn't a sheep who's eyes would glaze over when they went into a store. I wasn't a cow that showed up to my stall every day to work. I was the tiger biding my time. The wolf stalking in the night. Each day I grow stronger. And I wait.