I really hate you. So much so that I wish death upon you and all of your descendants. So that you will never have a legacy, you and all your spawn cease to exist. I feel horrible about this train of thought.

Why have these feelings become so strong that I would feel absolutely consumed by them. I never was one for revenge or rather have any repugnance toward any human being. Life is precious, and it should not be taken for granted. Those are words to live by, those are words that I’ve often looked to when I’m feeling down.

I really don’t want to choose to have these feelings, to have these thoughts about a particular person. It’s hard not to, especially when that person has done so many egregious things that it makes one question ones humanity.

I have come to understand that, yes, true unadulterated hatred does exist and it is provoked and not something we learned. We are provoked into hating someone due to their actions or words, or both. We do not come to hate you just because you look different or talk differently than others. No, true hatred is earned.

Does that make me just as bad, to hate someone, I mean to truly hate someone, does that mean that I really hate myself?

No, I don’t believe so. I don’t believe I am a bad person for feeling this way. It might seem like a copout, but I believe it is human nature to feel hatred towards another individual. I think what sets us apart from all the truly despicable people out there is our ability not to act upon that hatred.

I mean sure, I will be much happier when your gone, and I hope you suffer just as much as you made my family and I suffer. I’ll even go as far to say that I will literally piss on your grave. This will undoubtedly make me really happy and content in doing so. I will also feel no sorrow when your gone, I will be joyous in knowing that you will no longer hurt anyone else on this planet. That being said, I hate you F.M. you sociopathy cunt, fuck you!