No, not one bit.
I hate every single detail about my life. There is nothing I find good about me or good about my situation.
I hate my appearance, including my terrible eyesight and teeth, to the major issue of my body.
I hate the way I think, from my non belief in faith which causes me to feel that when we die there'll be nothing, which is the scariest thought in the world to me, to the way I give up on every single thing I attempt, no matter how much I seem to want what I'm aiming for.
I hate how emotional unbalanced I am.
I hate how I'm the butt of the joke with family and friends.
I hate how little I care for social interaction which causes me to lose out more in the long run.
I hate the feelings I've had in the past that were just fucked up.
I hate the lack of good childhood memories I have.
I hate the lack of good teenage memories I have.
I hate the lack of good adult memories I have.
I hate my job.
I hate my lack of belief in myself.
I hate that when I can't sleep all I think about is the bad stuff.
I hate my fears about things that cannot be stopped.
I hate myself so much that it's a real wonder I'm still here. But then I'm totally anti suicide and afraid of death, so even the easy way out isn't so easy for me.
I just fucking hate so much.