sugarrush-77

The exhaust engine that is my heart runs best on hate and spite. The pureness of my desire to rise above individuals, groups of people, or whatever organization that I despise has always been my strongest motivator. The feeling of “I’ll show them!” while angrily shaking my fist at the sky. Or whatever. Koreans call this 독기.

I know it sounds like I’m experiencing chuunibyou syndrome, and I should have moved past this a long time ago, and I kind of did, but recently it’s been coming back. The more I get isolated, the more that I feel that I don’t ever fit in anywhere, and the feeling that I never will. It enveloped me in a miasma of hopelessness and depression. Then I realized I should just give up, and channel all that hateful energy into actually doing something with my time.

It works best when you have a specific object of hatred. In high school, for me, it was a classmate I had that was basically Ms. Perfect. Popular, academically great, good at sports, loved by teachers. I know it was immature, and I honestly didn’t even hate her that much, but whenever I needed motivation to get through a dark time, I hated her and it gave me the energy to push through. I guess it resulted in me going to a good university. But she got into Harvard LOL. So I never won I guess.

But now, who do I need to hate? In order to keep going? Maybe my younger brother? He has a lot of friends, has a girlfriend, things seem to be going pretty well for him. This is so stupid, HAHA I love my brother. But for now, I’ll just use him to become a better creative writer and programmer. Sorry broski, I don’t have any friends, and I have to make something of myself, right?

The only drawback of this is that, as I get older, the emotional toll gets bigger on me, and sometimes, my heart, LITERALLY, begins to hurt. I hope I die.