Hatred

Hatred is not simply a strong feeling. Hatred is a state. A sustained fire. Something that burns in you even when you're not thinking about it. You wake up with it, you go to bed with it, and eventually you've forgotten what it felt like to live without that quiet glow in the background.

On the outside you may function. You work, you talk, you even laugh. But inside you there sits a second person — one who keeps score. One who maintains lists. One who knows exactly who did what to you, who stands in your way, who made you what you are today. This second person never sleeps.