It can be incredibly frustrating to see the ones you love do incredibly stupid or irresponsible shit, so it makes sense to me. I tend to lash out at my loved ones, because that's the only way I know how to express that I care. Unfortunately, though, that just tends to push them further away. Such is life.

True love manifests itself as physical abuse.

Quote from: Loaf on July 03, 2017, 07:37:15 PM

Quote from: Verbatim on July 03, 2017, 07:33:48 PM

It can be incredibly frustrating to see the ones you love do incredibly stupid or irresponsible shit, so it makes sense to me. I tend to lash out at my loved ones, because that's the only way I know how to express that I care. Unfortunately, though, that just tends to push them further away. Such is life.

That doesn't really correlate with what I said, but I suppose what I said was rather vague in the first place. I am talking about how life is just so unsatisfying. The people you like never seem to like you back, you are sick of getting shit from other people, so you want to give people a gaping wound inside their conscience. At the same time, you wish that you could just be friends with and love others. Sometimes, the same people you want to torment, are the same people that you wish you could perhaps be friends with.

I think I still feel the same way to a certain degree. My anxiety causes me to constantly worry about what the friends I do have think of me—I may consider them a good friend, but maybe they secretly hate my guts and wish I would just go away. It's really quite unpleasant, and as a result, my mind tends to vacillate between "just live for yourself, fuck everyone else" and "yeah but it would be kinda nice to have a bunch of people around who genuinely liked me though"

I hate everyone but I don't necessarily want them to hate me.

I think it's time you started seeing a therapist

Abuse isn't love. You don't love if you abuse.