I hate people. Not completely. But at some point or another, I hate everyone, including my so called best friend. He has done nothing to deserve any hatred. He's the only friend Ive ever had who's been there even when everyone else has turned against me. Even still, I hate everyone Ive met. Im fully capable of pretending to like people, but I dislike doing that because it feels very much like lying to me, and encourages people to talk to me more, which I generally dont like. The reasoning for me hating everyone, I think boils down to me having so many pet peeves about things people do. Theres so many, that it's nearly impossible for me to spend time with someone without being annoyed/irritated by a million and one things. With this knowledge of myself, you'd think I'd be able to change. However, it just doesn't seem to work that way. Sometimes my hatred for people gets so bad, that i start to get homicidal and/or suicidal thoughts. I never act on them of course, but that doesn't mean they aren't there. They just run as a background process, haunting my thoughts. In addition to all that, I have phobias regarding strangers. If I am in an elevator with people I dont know. I start to get panic attacks. If I walk past someone who's walking the same direction as me on a sidewalk... I suddenly become very concious of my breathing and hold my breath the entire time I'm passing the person. I start to sweat, etc... But other times, I feel fine. I feel alone in the world, and sometimes think to try again to like people, just to regret it. All this and more causes an almost constant depression for which I've found only one cure(but I'd rather not go into what that is here, it'll just cause a whole debate of its own). As if this wasnt bad enough, I get urges of all sorts, sexual and violent, that sicken me, and I'm ashamed to even think of.
But I'm not posting this seeking pity. Im more so curious... Is there ANYONE who can relate? Even a little bit?