"Hatred...It's such a powerful word. It expresses and shares a person's actual feelings toward someone or something. Hatred is also what makes us weak, and strong. Whether it can lead someone to insanity, or someone's goals based on their actions and determination. But it can also lead to pure consequences or repercussions, should they abuse this word, "hatred.""

"Me on the other hand, has been possessing this curse for years on end. The word hatred, as it attached to me like a incurable parasite for years, would always remind me of my failures from the past, how I couldn't compel myself to fight against my flaws and become a better more mature being. I learnt that the hardest way, as almost everything and everyone I saw, turned against me into an unspeakable void of anger and disappointment. It affected me to the worst, defeated and weak thoughts rained on my head, as I couldn't control myself anymore...Nor shake it off. I failed myself, and everyone else. I shouldn't have been born from the start, instead become non-existent."

"I prayed that things will get better, and everything would return to normal, and that I learned from the best...but it didn't. What I kept seeing, was people getting love and affection, sharing their thoughts that became a heartfelt reality. And when I did my own trope for a certain someone so many times, I was a ghost, never acknowledged, never seen. I wanted to prove that I can change, and that I can do things in a positive light as well, showing them that I HAVE improved. Nothing happened. Nothing changed. instead it was the same, over and over and over...and over. I keep telling myself, it's going to happen surely, they'll come to me and apologise, admit that they were in the wrong. The cope went from delusions, delusions went to faithless, and faithless...went to hatred."

"I asked myself multiple times...why? Why me? WHY, ME? Why do I have to be the one to suffer and experience all of this while they're over there, having all the fun and getting everything a being can always for, while I'm all alone, whose hasn't even broke any rule? I deserve recognition...I deserve love. I was wasn't getting any younger after all. It reached to the point where I'd question myself, do I blame them from the start, or myself? I was getting darker, more morbid. My hatred was at a compatible length of over 100 miles of micro-organisms in transparent layers in a Sahara desert, that filled my flawed brain. So many different types of torture devices filled my complex organ, as I wanted to slowly torture or eliminate those and their undeserved love on the spot for centuries to come, from the ones that I, wanted. I gave a mad, insane grin...There was no turning back now, except go forward and never look back. My...It's starting to rain now. They'll see...They will all see and realise what it feels like, to have my pure....hatred."

Happy Halloween everyone. I should do more writing and horror pics more often if I get the time. Let me know what you think of my writing, I know it's not perfect, but I am learning after all .o.