Sometimes I find myself harboring more hatred than I care to admit. Hating something, someone so vehemently doesn't just go away. It doesn't just stop, just stop - like I've been told to do time and time again. I would, you know, if I could. It's tiring. It physically hurts to have your skin crawl from detestation, to have your heart pound relentlessly fron repugnance, to have the hair on the back of your neck stand on end from disgust.
But you're so lovely to everyone else.
Well, thanks. For that halfway backhanded compliment. It's been 20 years people, it's not going to change.
Maybe we can all wish my antipathy away.