Ugh

I loathe.

I detest.

I despise.

Anger fills me from inside.

I loathe.

I detest.

I despise.

Why do I feel the way I feel tonight?

I loathe.

I detest.

I despise.

But hatred makes me feel alive.

I loathe.

I detest.

I despise.

Yet somehow, I've survived.