How To Hate Romane & Geschichten

I shouldn't be crying. I should pull all the hatred in me because...hatred and anger is the best weapon for someone who's hurt than crying in the corner feeling the pain that the people you loved inflicted within you. I won't be broken hearted. I won't cry. I won't even ask him if he has feelings for me. The only thing that I would do...is to hate him. Because that is where I am good at.

I hated myself but why can't I just hate him too? .

Angeline sighed. “To be honest with you, I hate her more than you do. From the first time she hurt me, the hatred I had for her had been buried deep within me. Every time she hurt me, the seed of hatred that I had planted in me was watered and fertilized, making my hatred grow stronger and stronger. “Ultimately, all the hatred in me grew into a gigantic tree, seeping into every fiber and flesh of my being. To unearth such hatred is the same as crushing my body into pieces. How agonizing would that be?”

‘‘Because, he hates me too much, he hates me more than the devil himself, his hate for me is so fierce that I think it can ignite a wild forest fire,’’ I breathed. ‘‘Exactly, that is very off, look here, if I really hated you, hated you to the moon and back, and never wanted to see you do anything, whether good or bad, I would take my precious time, attention and energy, to show you how much I hate you, I would use it on the people I love, if I really hated you , I wouldn’t care to remind you about it everyday or follow you around to prove it to you, unless, unless I mean,’’ she added.

He too stared at the wallet. I immediately closed the violet and put it in my purse and quietly looked outside the door. "You can laugh if you want, otherwise when you are with me either you behave like a dead person or you scream, cry or keep hitting me nothing else, well I can feel that you hate me so much! Huh? but baby I'm fucking enjoy it! Hatred makes me happy, gives me satisfaction. Which I can not Express in those words. I feel so happy when people hate me, cursing me it gaves new energy in my body.

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

“It is fine. We all have our moments of worry. What is the matter though? I have never seen you this angry.” I sighed, shutting my eyes for a few seconds. “How do you get rid of hate towards someone? Especially when such heavy feeling puts you in pain whenever you think of it.” Janet smacked her lips. “Mm, hating people is a whole job. You continuously have your mind brooding over this same issue even when you are meant to rest. The best way to get rid of the hate even though you do not want to be friends with them is to pretend they don’t exist.”

She was very angry while saying those words. "Eric's Grandmom hates me." I simply stated. There was a complete silence for few seconds. I was wondering where did she go? Just then a laughing sound started coming. "Do you think it's a joke?" I asked her. "No! No!" She said. "But who can start hating someone in a day?" She tried to normalise her breathing. "Sometimes it's take a second either to love or hate someone." I said in a very serious tone. "This is not a movie Scarlett. It's a real life. And trust me hatred is a strong emotion. You must be thinking I am mad or I am not understanding you but always remember for hating someone you need to love them first." She paused.

I rapped, turning my door knob. "It's not what you think" she said. "Please I want to be alone…say sorry on my behalf to Mirabelle…it just a misunderstanding!" I concluded and slammed the door at her. If things wasn't going to work out here, then I would behave like though I don't exist. I was getting tired of the complaints about me. I wonder what gossip would turn up now about me. Why was I just seeing destruction anywhere I was? It pissed me off sometimes and when I try to tell people about that, it would turn to something else. I could even tell what would happen to people I was close to and yet, it was rare to believe me even if it comes into fruition, and it happened that only Jessica

“What does that mean?” “Nothing,” he chews. “Hate is subjective. It varies from person to person. Do you see me hating your brother the same way you think I hate you?” I shake my head. “But hate is hate, isn’t it?” “I want to hate-fuck you, I want to hate-kill your brother,” he shrugs. “See the difference, bambina.” My legs press together as I pretend to ignore his words. “That doesn’t answer my question.”