“Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously. For example now, I hate the bank and everything connected with it. I also hate Dutch paintings, penis-sucking, parties, and cold rainy weather. But I am much more preoccupied with loving.”
“I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.”
“I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything.”
“I hated him more than anything. I loved him more than anything. Because, he was everything. And I hated that, too.”
“I hated myself, but I also loved myself in a hateful way.”
“I hate myself I hate myself I hate this I hate this I disgust myself I hate it I hate it I hate it just let me fucking die.”