I would like to tell you that you are too late. You have not done nothing but pain me and it is too late for me to hold back. There is nothing irrational about it, I am as I am, and change is not easy. Hate is hate, understood and not questioned. Yet it is always questioned. Immature? I disagree, I know exactly what I am doing.
It is true there is no point in hate, only a sharp edge. And with it I hope to severe ties, for standing with none is often better than standing with those you dislike.
It does not matter if you do not understand it, I do not ask you to; Respect my feelings and accept them.
Say you know me, but you don't. You cannot accept the fact that I want nothing to do with anyone. Ignorance is bliss. Remove her from my life and my mind, yet the only ignorance present is that towards my feelings. Know me not, for if you did, you would not ask me day by day why I feel this way. You would accept it. Know me not, for if you did, there would be no confusion present. Know me not, for if you did, there would be no opposition to how i feel. Understanding was never required, only a sense of support. Lack of support is what I receive, for you cannot see what i see, and you can only see what you see. How do you expect me to become like this? Have I not liked her as you have. and now i am here. I see both sides, and you see one, yet I am wrong.
I am wrong, always wrong, because emotion overcome my logic? No. it is not so, my emotion is driven from logic. Tell me that hate is immature, and I will tell you, that you have not lived. If you cannot hate then you cannot love. For true love is derived only from a sense of hate in a previous stage.
Tell me that hate is not to be used, and I will tell you that I hate. I hate.
And what was this hate derived from? All i asked for was ignorance, and you could not respect that. Every conversation, every time, had to include her. Driven me to anger. Driven me to hatred. And like that, you have driven me out of this world. Entered me into a dimension of hatred.
Accident or not, it was done. You cannot tell me after you stab my hand that it was an accident. My hand was still stabbed. Still severed, and bleeding. But i was born with two, and in the other hand, will come fourth the seeds of revenge, in every form I can imagine.
Know you not, for I do not know you. For if I did, I would have seen this coming.
Stop me before I do something stupid?
I think not.
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You overexaggerate. It doesnt matter whether people understand you or not. You fail to see things through other people's eyes and that in itself is the epitome of your demise. You feel pained. Understandable. Hatred? Not. You act as if what happened was so horrible that you should even categorize the feelings as hatred. Again and again you state that people don't understand you. And again and again you become angred by it. You think people know you? No. No one can fully understand another particular actions of people. It can be studied and researched on, but not fully understood. You expect people to understand what you do not explain to a satisfiable extent. You believe that you do, but your reasonings are unjustified and based upon emotions. Everybody makes mistakes. I'm sure you have made many mistakes. As any normal human would. Your unwillingness to forgive is a sign of immaturity, though you are very mature. Everybody deserves a second, third, and fourth chance.
You state that if you cannot hate then you cannot love. I disagree. Hate is of the upmost defintion of evil, for hate carries a strong emphasis. Dislike is understandable. Hate is beyond reasoning.
What happened to you was not that bad. You can argue as much as you want, but it wasn't. Time and time again you will argue, but deep down, you know the true answer.
Hate carries a stronger meaning than you believe.
You are not a hateful person.
Anger is understandable. But there is a time when you need to put past actions aside and look to the future. Don't let the incident affect you.
Revenge is not the right answer.
Take a step back and look at yourself from an objective point of view. By incinuating revenge makes you just as bad as the person that wronged you in the first place.
Look to yourself....
Think about it...
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