I just joined so more will be added soon...

I like contemplating, hanging out with my friends, psychology, mythology, philospophy, and many other subjects. I hate shallow people, most religious people (I hate to generalise but still) , and those who think of themselves better than the rest of the world. I hate labelers and prejudice, and people who cannot see beyound the obvious. I hate the blind people that believe in the lies they are told without considering any alternatives. I hate people who just flow with the mainstream because they cannot think for themselves. I hate people who care about nothing other than fun. Theres more to life than just living. I hate all the pain and angst in the world and all the things people can do to each other. I hate discrimination, about anything, I disgust nazis and national-socialists, its the one kind of people that deserve a long slow death in my opinion. I hate the fools that look at me and assume im someone im absolutely not. How would you know me? I hate guys that think they deserve my attention just because they have been given a twisted self-image by women who are attracted to their arrogant stupidity. I dont like strong light and prefer the shadows, the gloom appeals me more. I hate the happy carefree people in the world. I hate people who procrastinate to think at all because they are too busy enjoying themselves, allways. I love black cats and panthers, and dont like dogs and children. I love the gothic style of mind and style of dress. I love anhks and crucifixes, and the victorian gothic architecture. I love the dark, bizarre and occult. I love ghost stories and strange facts. I love walking into the dark with people, just to nowhere, in the middle of the night. I love black clothing and make-up, and taking pictures at cemetaries. I hate religion most of all things. It destroys peoples minds and judgement. I hate groups and cults. I hate the bio-industry. I hate people that listen to just one kind of music and swear thats all they really like. There is good music in every genre. I love movies like edward scissorhands, the crow, hellraiser, cabin fever, bicentennial man, star wars, lord of the rings, pulp fiction. I love to write poetry and stories. I love boys in fishnets. I love collars and spikes, dresses, silver jewelry. I love metal, darkwave, gothic rock and death.

Im broken. Fragmented. Destroyed. Life can be a little too much. Unspoken fears, hidden doubt, killing dangers. The fear and hate of love, the doubt of it all, the quest for identity... the fragility of life, of me. The harshness of the world, the love people do not give... the never dying fear of hurt, and the hurt of bright light in my eyes... will I ever be happy? Not like you or anyone but like me? Will I ever fully know me and be me? Or ever suffer from my self-image? Can I ever succeed and make people proud? Love myself? What do I have to do.... Will I ever make everyone proud? Make it all somehow seem worthwhile? Make my pain a neccesary evil? Let it all seem to have its uses, let the jigsaws all fall into place? Will I ever be loved and loved in return? Will my internal freezing loneliness ever melt and when can I live, spread my wings, and have no more regrets and doubts? Will I allways have to hide from reality, not wanting to face it but rather run? Will I ever grow strong? When will the tears stop burning into me? Am I insane when I think I do? So much questions.... so little answers....