But what about after all of it, and I am still not happy who I am. I am wise but, I am afraid. I have hate against myself, everyday I hate more than just me. I am a "hater" in my own mind; because I don't like to speak up. I hate how the world is, everything about it... the media, the government, the people that gives the reason why things happen. I hate how what it is, is what it is. The whole idea of life seems overrated, misjudged, and just stupid. Society isn't anything special, it is just misused.
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