That indescribable lonely. That feeling of hate for the world yet sadness to your own existence. That disgust you feel for the fact that you pity yourself. All these raw emotions no one seem to understand. These emotions are taken for granted. People using these emotions as such silly little feelings. Really though… It is much worst than what they say. To be cocooned by raw, suffering emotions, is true hell. To hate yourself is one thing, but to be able to describe the hate. To be able to give the reason. To be able to understand why that hate is burning through your veins. That broken murderous hunger that you wish to quench… Is a nightmare…
