Hate

I have found that hate has twisted my veiw on alot of things. It all starts with my hatred of my Stepmother. It ends with me hating just about everything else.

The core of it is mother issues. Never having a good one, let alone having one orginally in my life.

My Dad was and is absentee always.

My half-siblings, since birth got the attention.

I felt trapped in the house I use to live in, before living on my own.

I grew to be jealous of my half siblings and hate in general. Both twisted my veiw on alot in life.

I hated my stepmother.

I hated my half-siblings for being the ones to get all the attention.

I hated that my dad was never around.

I hated school.

I hated anything and everything that wasn't videogaming.

Life equals turmoil to me. It means nothing but torment.

But in the end. It's all lies. I was never as trapped as I felt. But I did end up creating a actual mental trap that I now struggle to escape.