I Hate Vancouver

After years of living here, I've realized that I hate this city, it's attitudes, it's art, music and culture. I wish that the people I've met over the last dozen years, minus a handful of exceptions, weren't totally and completely useless and self-absorbed. They are all so miserable that the only thing they can muster up to make themselves feel important is a common ground of gossip and hate towards one another. I find it tragic and sad and depressing and unsupportive. The vapid self delusions here are, at best, a heinous mockery of anything that can resemble value or care towards others. F*** you, Vancouver. If it weren't for the couple of people I love here, I'd leave.