Hatred

It´s not an emotion you like to admit to feeling, it´s not pretty, or politically correct, but you feel it anyway. I feel it.

I don´t believe in that crap that hate is love in disguise.

I believe you can come to hate someone you have loved but not the other way around.

And, when someone you love lets you down or hurts you deeply, it´s not really hate, it´s bitter disappointment, and then just cold indifference.At least it is for me.

I feel hate, the real kind of hate, the kind with deep dark roots knotted around my insides, and it usually comes from getting to know someone better and realizing that it is a person I will never come to respect, or admire, whose morals go completely against what I believe in.
Or then I hate complete strangers, those people who are simply not even worth the air they breathe such are their horrendous deeds.

My hatred stems from deep disgust and contempt.