It’s really hard for me to define my relationship with world.  

Sometimes, they hate me because together, we realize how worthless I am. 
 
Sometimes, they admire me because they see my potential, and they see me as a masterpiece.  
Sometimes, they are envious and want to make me feel alienated because of that, and that is where is their hate coming from.  
Sometimes, they are making fun of me because I am so inadequate and don’t understand the world nowadays.  
Sometimes, they pity me while calling it empathy, because they realize how sad, hopeless and flawed I am, and I make them feel grateful for their lives.  
Sometimes, they see me as a mysterious creature who knows a lot, but chooses to restrain because I know my worth, and they know it too, so they accept my decision. 
 
Sometimes, they think I am a drug addict who chooses to live a grungy, messy and destructive life, and is a train-wreck because of that, so they decide to keep their distance because I am a failure as a human being.  

All of those feelings I have towards the world’s opinion on me are, I guess, the projection of my own thoughts and feelings at the time, and they are definitely an indicator of how fucked my relationship with world and self is.  

Oooh, what can abuse do to you...