I say I hate everything, and everybody.
But snapping into reality, it seems that
I really love to hate.
They're one in the same, and if not, they lead
to endless connections that are like crossroads,
which will eventually meet in the same path.
I don't have hobbies.
I do whatever, whenever, however,
in ways of which only benefits to me.
I've found love in the form of hatred with no regrets
of my thoughts and actions.
Illuminati? Satan? who knows.