I would have to vote "I Hate Myself." because I do, I hate my life, I hate that I'm an unrelenting failure who just gets worse as I go.
I hate that my entire life revolves around a dead end job working as a gas station attendant at minimum wage.
I hate the fact that my job allows me no agency and puts me in the position where if I'm not positively beaming at everyone all the time and being extra helpful all the time I may be replaced by just about anyone with a functioning body, and end up fucking homeless again.
I hate the fact that even when I was in good shape and confident and shit, I ended up getting herpes and now every woman I date ends up leaving me because of it, and as such I haven't felt the touch of a woman since I contracted it.
I hate the fact that I live a life completely devoid of love, and haven't had so much as a hug in going on a year.
I hate the fact that I live in a little room that's so full of mold that my lungs burn constantly, and I always feel terrible in the morning, and have a hard time getting to sleep.
I hate the fact that every decision I make ends up fucking me over in the long run.
I hate that I have to continuously remind myself of my debts in order to keep myself from just stepping out in front of a speeding truck or car or van, as I walk to and from work every fucking day.
And when it comes down to it, I also hate myself for a lot of the shit I've done over the years just to stay alive.
I probably won't end my life, because I don't want to leave a legacy of debt, and screw the few people who've helped me out over, as it'd be unfitting of me, even being the scum I am, I still have my honour.