I don't hate. I only highly dislike. I always opt ignorance over revenge. I don't like confrontations. I prefer to leave people to God's devices, or natural selection, whatever way you put it. Occasionally, I may opt to nudge a person along that direction, but I will not stab someone in the back.

However, I hate one person, myself. As a perfectionist, somewhat, I hate that I'm imperfect. Or perhaps I'm bipolar, and they happen to be contradicting personalities. Or multipolar with personalities that love to fight one another! Or maybe I just imagined all these to make myself seem cooler. I DON'T KNOW! And I hate things that. I can figure out most things, most people... But not myself. Is this a common problem or something spawned only in me? I sometimes even go around actively destroying my own reputation. Just a little pretending would have taken care of it, but noooooo, I want to do something absolutely idiotic.

I usually don't talk about this kind of things, and for good reason. I learned to keep them to myself. This uncertainty is a weakness, a vulnerability. People hate it. In fact, I shouldn't talk about it here. For unknown reasons, I am.

This goes to Rant, it definitely is.

Or maybe, it's the side effect of listening to a sad song alone.

"Dwell not on the past. Use it to illustrate a point, then leave it behind. Nothing really matters except what you do now in this instant of time."
By Eileen Caddy