because sometimes you should feel hatred. hatred at injustice, at people who have hurt you. i can’t help but see it as a wonderful thing. something that fuels hope and change, something that people do.

really, what kind of hollow, unfeeling shell of a “person” would be unable to feel it? It would be someone far more similar to an object than a person. something shaped in order to please others, meant only to be used; too afraid to ever state it’s own desires, they might as well not exist.

It’s disgusting, really. I am so fucking disgusting. it pisses me off.