Hate

Greetings. The day is Wednesday, the 18th day of the 9th month. I will make this introduction short. Thank you for reading and I hope that you may be able to help me expand on my views by correcting my mistakes.

Hate is simply described as the intense dislike of an existing or non-existing subject. This is wrong. Hate, is an extremely powerful, word. To describe it in such a simple manner is not only disrespectful but extremely short sighted.

Hate, hate, hate...such an indescribable feeling. I hate, how hate controls my mind. I hate, how hate disturbs my thinking process. The parasite that is hate, is an emotion, a feeling that can only be seen as the true representation of humanities worst side. Of the seven sins, Wrath, anger, hate is certainly the most evil. It is a cancer that requires very little to be activated. It is a child that is far too difficult to control. Oh how I hate, hate, hate the feeling of hate that engulfs my being in moments of extreme uncomfortability. 

I try to keep a facade of normalcy but hate, hate stops me. Deterring me of my goals, breaking down each stair I build, erasing the memories of each step I take to achieving the simple goal of becoming normal. I hate, hate, hate it, I hate the feeling of hate, the emotion of hate, I hate it.

Hate, is a deterrent, a cancer, a pact with the devil. Controlling the conscious, thinking mind of the conscious humans that inhabitant this plane of existence we call earth. Hate is the only emotion that cannot be deterred, it is the only emotion that cannot be completely eradicated as long as the human experiencing the feeling of hate is capable of experiencing emotions normally. My hate, your hate, all hate is equal with hate being one of the few unquantifiable emotions. Yes, how we react to it may be different but that doesn't make it quantifiable in any sorts.

I hate, I always hate, everything, every existing and non-existing subject that I am aware of, every living and nonliving thing I am aware of, whether they are friend, family or foe, my hate, hate, hate, it never stops, it never discriminates, Hate. My weakness, my difference, the inhibitor of my simple goal, my hate.

My equal. Hate is the only emotion equal to man as it exists as the contrast of the life man typically tries to portray. I love my hate, it embraces me indiscriminately, worrying not of my appearance, my mental state, my social capacity, my hate. My escape from my life of lies, this life that I live, the character I have tried my best to portray, all my hard work. 

...The time is 10:35 am. I am in a more stable state of mind so I can express my observations more clearly. I apologize for the narcissistic rant above. Thank you for your continued patience.

In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God, and the word was God. This is a quote I'd like for all my readers to keep in mind whilst reading.

For a better analysis of the emotion, hate, I believe it is only right that it is given a human form so, imagine hate as a physical being. A copy of you in every shape and form, your twin. Hate would be the extroverted type, unafraid of the thoughts of some, unbothered by the words of everyone. Standing out as the light in the dark, your sun. 

It is sickening to me, how the actions of wrath, of anger, of hate, are conveyed in a brilliant light whilst yours are embraced in darkness, unseen by the eyes of others. This is the physical form of hate, the better sibling, the better rival, the better human, unbothered by everything and praised by everyone. No matter how kind you are, no matter how sad you may be, the recognition you believe you deserve will never be given to you unless hate, is present. 

Society is strange. Their views are disgustingly narrow. Too lazy to gather information for themselves but not too lazy to fire accusations with the little information they have. Disgusting, it's disgusting how they gather up and hook on to the little they are given like leeches, eating it up like starved dogs, and spitting it out as if it were trash. I hate, hate, hate how this hateful group of individuals are allowed to hate indiscriminately but hate being hated by the ones they hate.

Why make this point you ask? This society is simple minded in their thinking, they enjoy the very little that is shown to them. The kindness of man may be appreciated for but a moment but the hate, the choices they may make whilst engulfed in the thick, heavy aura of hate, will never be forgotten, whether their actions were reasonable or not. 

This is Hate, a virus, a cancer, a parasite, one loved by the conscious evil of man. It is shown appreciation when it shines most brightly, it's brilliant light consuming the conscious thinking mind and replacing the appearance of the human it inhabits. A work of art that was made not for man to enjoy and the greatest flaw of the human mind, wedging itself between the conscious evil and the conscious good of the morality of a normal thinking human. Hate.

It is Thursday, the 26th of September. The time is 10:33pm. I apologize for my inconsistent state of mind during this writing. Steve Lacy's Dark Red was a major contributor to that but still, I apologize for my lack of self-control. I hope that you were also able to understand my unique way of expression this time as well. Thank you for reading this writing.