I hate liars. I fucking hate liars. I hate people who deliberately lie to my face, even when they know I caught them in a lie. People who I talk to daily, and they look at me in the eyes and lie. I apologize for the language, since I rarely use such harsh words, but I really despise liars. I lied in my life of course. I was involved in criminal things when I was a little younger, but that was different. I lied for different reasons.

I hate when people that I know and talk to all the time lie to me. They say something, make a promise, give you their word, and then lie to you. "Oh, yeah I will do that soon!" And then they never do it, not because they were busy but for other reasons, and then the next time you see them they say "Oh, I had this to do" or "I was busy with this..."

I would rather be told the truth. Even if it was bad, I would get more angry if they lied to me instead of telling me the truth. Like I said, I lied in the past. We all have "white lies" that we have told. Those are fine, is something everyone does. I am talking about large, major lies. People who lie about important things to you. I just can not take that. It really angers me.

I hate liars, backstabbers, and bigots.

My "friends" back in Russia abandoned me when my wife passed away. They stabbed me in the back. They said horrid things about me behind my back, and not a single one of them consoled me after my wife passed. They left me. They left me to sit in my depression all alone. If I had one fucking person to help me, maybe I would not have had such a horrible mental breakdown. Not even my family helped me. I do not blame my brother or my mother though.

My brother was in America and we had almost no contact, and my mother tried her best but my father stopped her from seeing me. You know what a desperate, depressed, and angry man does by himself for days at a time? He thinks. "It is my fault she died." "I was not there to do anything." "Is all my fault." Alcohol, and alcohol and alcohol.

Then, I just snapped. Can not even remember the first couple days after it. Two years, and I did really and things. I am much better now. I regret the things I did tremendously, and I am moving on over my wife's death. She would not want me to be a violent, and depressed individual. She would want better for me, and that is what I am doing thanks to great friends I have now in America and on here.

I hate bigots too. My friend is gay, and he had gotten violently attacked mentally, and physically. What drives a person to hurt another for such a stupid reason? You do not have to agree with homosexuality if you want to, but do not become a violent bastard. Why hurt others for that reason? I do not understand.

Someone tried to kill him. Can you believe that? Why, why, why? That is all I ask. 2009, December. Someone tried to shoot him in his home. I thank God everyday that I had to go to his house to do construction work. First time I met my friend was that day. Got a call from him couple days before to fix some things in his bathroom, and I drove over on a Wednesday.

Drove up, and looked in the house. Saw him struggling with a older man who had a gun. I did what I had to do. Just was instinct and adrenaline that took over me. Shouldered the door open, and tackled the guy. Fought with him for a couple minutes until I managed to get the upper hand and knock him out.

My friend, who was a stranger to me at the time, grabbed me and just sobbed. The man tried to kill him just because of his sexual orientation. The world is full of sick fucking people. I was one of them. I never judged people, but I hurt them. Since then, I have changed though. Became my old self again. Being considerate and kind.

I called the cops and held my friend in my arms until they got there. It just really hurt me to know someone tried to kill him. I nearly killed the guy who tried to kill him. Got so full of emotions. It just....can not even say really. I still just thank the heavens that I was there.

That is all I have to say really. Other than that, I love this beautiful life we live in. I am over all the things that occurred in my past. Come to terms with certain things I did when I was younger and what happened to me. Love my friends, and my brother. No more depression, or hatred either!

So, yay

Love you guys