As another totally different confession...
I may appear always kind to my friends, but inside I'm offenly raging against some little thing they have done and try not to go with my number one value and tell them since I know it will upset them. It's little things like they answer to my email only when it's important for them and not when I'm simply asking a technical question about a website or whatnot, or when they offer jobs to other people but don't help you out at all even if they know you since quite a while...

I am a coward...

Do you ever notice the guy in the background watching you as you get beaten the **** out of. I'm that guy

I have a large ego or a narcasstic (it think thats how its spelt)

I try to be the perfect caring, understanding, woman. But I hate 90% of the human race and expect to be screwed over.

I hate people

I also hate people

I think if you took a survey, you'd find that most people will say that they find the vast majority of the species to be in some way inferior, usually "so stupid" is the descriptor used.

It's an interesting psychological phenomenon. Our brains are predisposed to putting themselves on a pedestal and they're extremely good at convincing themselves that it's true. We're rationalizing creatures, at our heart.

As Scott Bakker puts it, "everyone is completely convinced they've won the Magical Belief Lottery -- that their idiosyncratic world-view just happens to be the Truth and the billions of others are all wrong." We all do this; we can't help it. It's human nature. I'm sure there's an evolutionary advantage to this sort of thinking.

I just find it interesting when I end up having a thought like what's been posted above (and I certainly have them often enough). I usually stop and think about how that's just my helplessly-biased perception of the situation. Then I resume hating everyone. :p

And, so as not to be completely off-topic, I will completely confess to the above. I'm a total misanthrope and barely ever leave my house to avoid having to deal with people. :p

I hate having a spotless room. It makes me feel empty being in an empty box.

I feel like tearing off my skin and running away from it
Problem is I don't have a new skin to put on and I don't know how to make a new one
I try but
It's all knotted hot glue and missing sequins and fraying cloth and I can't get it to fit I'm just too fat for it to fit

i cannot stand my body any more than it can stand me, we fight constantly on simple things like opening and closing, tying, picking, touching, counting, singing hearing noting and even reading i cannot win! and fuck it all if i could not count how many time i have clapped my hands just because the world would end if i didn't

I haven't admitted to my family that I have a girlfriend

My mother doesn't really know the real me but I wish she cared enough to find out.

Sometimes I hate my family

I get on better with my dolls than most of the people I meet. Though they never seem to notice.