I say it all the time; I hate people, I hate humans. I can't help but love them though, despite all their stupidity the modern media has fallen into. At the same time, I hate myself also. I'm such a hypocrite. I tell people all the time that life is worth living, that it could be so much worse, but right now I'm having a hard time convincing myself that. I get angry when people can't make up their minds but I'm terribly indecisive and semi co-dependent. I hate so many things that I turn around and do myself then forget about it like I wasn't just yelling at someone for the exact same thing.