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Hatred
Sunday, March 15, 2009 @ 3:29 PM

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. - Elie Wiesel

Sometimes, even when people don't make any sense, as long as they hurt you, you really just want to cry.

You might understand their reasons sometimes. Maybe they're just lonely; the husband's away, and the rest of the children. Maybe they think, that after all the disrespectful children one's had, you're the only hope of being right.

But I'm not, not to her anyway. And probably not to anyone else she talks about me to. I'll be known as the rebel or what ever the fuck else she labels me as. And I don't even have it in me to want to protest against her because the senselessness she's shouting into my ear and hitting on my body is much too stupid, mistaken. I don't get it. I don't get it enough to want to change it.

But still; you cry, I cry. Because you know that you hate it all. You hate all of it. You hate her, him, them. A world of animosity and apathy, once you're just too fed up. And all you can think of, once you stop caring, is I just want to get the hell out of this house.