I have a friend, oh my god , she’s loved by everyone but they are oblivious to that fact, she’s known by everyone and as much as people dislike the idea of being associated w/ her she’s there she exists and honestly we can’t deny her her right, it is her right to life after all aint it? but u see thing is , i really wish i could keep a safe distance from her, because , she.. Damn she’s really really a heavy luggage to pull. i mean i don’t not love her , i tolerate her, because otherwise, she doesn’t want to let go of me and trust me, in my head i have let go of her, she just keeps me in that little head of hers , I’m always lingering in it, i guess she knows that I’m bound to turn to her one way or the other , cuz if she’s the only one after her sister. Her name is Hate, Hate is pretty not because of the features, but because of her mind, he mind is pretty, it’s always active and always wondering off into a deep black sea of thoughts to decipher its next move active minds are pretty, what’s not pretty i the thoughts they may bear, she has a beautiful smile, its diabolically devious, like a smirk, and is almost like it keeps saying to you, "i can have whoever whenever and they’d never see me coming" and her eyes, man they glisten like the stars and are always just sparkling, i always wonder if it’s the souls of the innocent people she’s engulfed, because never have i seen such pretty eyes with the sclera as pure as a an angels soul. She’s strong, and by strong i don’t mean masculine, i mean, character, she knows her stance and never dares to be shaken. Hate is multi-talented, always wondered how she does it, its, magnificent to watch her absolving and entails so many other aspects, she’s just a little girl that carries such a heavy weight. Almost like for her very existence, she’s being punished and instead of being eradicated from the books and being completely erased she has to endure the torment and torture she is subjected to by existing, and her entire existence is punishment in itself. but hate is strong, so hate doesn’t let a little torture get to her, she doesn’t let people get to her because she knows at the end of the day when all hope is lost, she’s the only one to let just about anyone in with open warm, hands that, feel like home a fireplace warmth in the middle of a snowy day in a wood cabin with hardwood floors, and an acoustic guitar playing in the background with hot cocoa boiling in the kettle by the fire place with u in a rocking chair fighting to not fall asleep before the break of dawn. before i get lost in my own thoughts, hate, knows she’s been condemned to a life of slavery, carrying, sadness, animosity, anger, distress, depression, melancholy, she knows that any of these when brewed, and bred in just the right conditions, they can manifest themselves into something bigger and something greater, so she bares the hellacious, agonizing pain with that smirk of hers, its, attractive. Hate has an ever burning desire, i mean I’ve seen ambition before but what that girl has , comes nowhere close, it’s like an obsession, nah, too.. Shallow but u get the point or should. Her thirst for destruction is aspiring, and there’s no better form of art than destruction she likes to joke. she knows she’s more than capable of transforming anything good because there’s more to gain, her favorite transformation is love, yes you know, the four lettered word, the one that is hard for mortals to admit to each other, the one that brings people together during times of distress, the one thing that can help you heal from emotional scars, yes that. Hate knows that love lost is never found, and if ever found its never found whole, there are always cracks and, voids that could never filled and gaps that will never find befitting puzzle pieces., Hate targets love a lot because she gains more than sadness and the afore mentioned, trust becomes distorted, hope is lost, warmth becomes as ice cold as Antarctica, this right here keeps hate at peace because she is well aware of the drift she builds between people, well aware of a rage that starts to ensue,
it starts how my friend was born, it was weird day, there was tears and endless crying, don’t get me started on the screams and shouts, ear wrecking and deafening, why wouldn’t she stop ranting, fuck what the fuck was she even ranting, she was on the phone a few seconds ago all jolly like shed swallowed the entire candy store, argh, if only shed just stop throwing a tantrum I’m pretty sure the entire world had figured out what the whole thing was about. its pretty hard to tell what anyone really be saying underneath all the crying, and heart pounds, that’s when she said it, "I’m going to kill her and him, if it’s the last thing i do", well yeah obviously, the words of a broken hearted girl, whose heart had just froze and seemed to have been shattered into a million tiny pieces, in between her , overly unnecessary drama and cooling down, there was a smirk, freaky asf, I’ve never seen one irl before, i mean, nahh that smirk, looked like the one a lion would give u right before it pounced at you, and she was drinking water more slowly, well i guess that was expected, but right after she emptied her glass, her eyes, i mean woo, I’ve never seen such beautiful eyes before, they were legit like sparkles, like very beautiful starts, it was almost like i was looking thru a telescope, it was majestic, i really don’t think ill ever take a trip to the planetarium or star gaze ever again, because that was ... shiit, i wish i didn’t have to say beautiful, starting to sound monotonous now, buh damn they was, and i put that on my gran mama grave, i was mesmerized, believe or not, they were calling me( her eyes that is) , they were drawing me in, i think that was the very first time i ever fell in love, embarrassing to think it was with eyes, you’d think it’d be the cliché boy with the fuzzy flippy hair or whatever. those eyes I’ll never forget, I mean it could’ve always been the tears being in contrast with the sun rays, producing that golden look, aye ion no, the smirk, everything about her at that moment changed, like she was hypnotized, like she wasn’t herself, and that day i came to know was the day my friend and now my friend's friend, Hate, was born, yes, this i learned when the golden eyed girl, burned her ex-boyfriend’s car , screaming "I hate You" , this was frightening, because she had never used that word before, and you could see the flames i her eyes, and could just tell, that there was no going back from that, she was engulfed by this Hate creature, consumed in it, it was hard for me to watch, it was drenching, it was devastating, i could not stay with someone so capable of a heinous crime. Hate, drives u insane, Hate, drives happiness away from you, Hate comes in all different forms, Hate isolates you, Hate could get you to kill, be careful to not let your emotions over cloud your judgment. i overcame my Hatred , and I’m not saying I’m happier, I’m just saying a heavy burden has been lifted from off of my shoulders, i can finally breath without feeling suffocated, see hate suffocates you, it chokes you, and it may choke you to death, and it’s all up to you to let it.

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