I love to hate.
I have quelled the hatred that dwells within me for the time being. I was consumed by hatred for no reason other than for hatred itself. I despised myself and from there it was easy to hate everything beyond me. Hatred was my friend. It was cold but I burned with it all the same. It clung to me and I kept it close. When all else was unattainable, I still had the hate. It was a living breathing entity that I could rely on. It always took my side and backed me up. I was never wrong and I was invincible. Hatred kept me awake at night thinking of all the evil that has been done against me, real and imagined. Hatred reminded me of all the minor infractions perpetrated against me by those who claimed they loved me. Hatred and I made plans. Plans to exact revenge and render payment for all the emotional debt owed to me. I was king of my world and untouchable. Hate elevated me above the world so I would be clear of the dirty rabble beneath me. Those that wanted to hurt me. If I maintained that wall of hate, they could never touch me, never hurt me, never never reach me.
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