HATRED
This book is not meant for those who are very impressionable and/or easily influenced (or those who have a weak stomach)
Hate. Something I dwelled on my entire life. Everywhere I went, I would see or hear about another thing for me to hate. Hatred filled my eyes, my flesh, my life; But I was not fueled by it. I always felt it, breathed it, saw it, even smelled it through my nostrils, which were always flared by pure anger and hate. I was repeatedly told by people that its too much effort to hate someone, I should just forget about them. Or that if I disliked them so much then they don’t deserve anything from me, even my hate. But for me, hating came as easy as drinking water, it was just natural. I was a silent person; I rarely talked. This was because since I was very young, I was able to keep all my hatred bottled up inside me, like a volcano ready to erupt, but the eruption was delayed and I intended to keep it that way; to keep living with my hate inside and not do anything with it; to not let it fuel my actions. I had planned to live like that forever, until recently, that is.
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Hatred
Teen FictionThere are a lot of people I hate in this world. People who I don't even understand the existence of. People the world would be better without. People who make the world the mess it is. I think the world could use some cleaning up, and who better to...
