The Hate.

There are some days when I feel like it's not even worth going on. Everything that can go bad does go bad. Nothing works out right at all, every comment, dream, thought is shot down. Those are the bad days. When everything people say to me wounds deeper than it would have the day before because I am already vulnerable. I tell myself not to be angry, not to hate, but it doesn't work. The hate always comes back. Always worse on those days, and the anger that comes with it. The anger at all of the horrible things people have done and still do. The anger that the willingly blind refuse to see what is so apparent to me. The anger that people who are monstrous still live their lives like everything is OK and they deserve to be happy. Anger that karma hasn't exacted a price from them. Anger that I have to watch people cater to them and dote on them like they are worth it. I cannot stop hating these people, though I have heard every argument against hate. I know it hurts me as much as it hurts them, but I am still so angry. I can't make it go away.