Hate
"That's it! See, at first, I thought it was hate too. Hate was all I knew, it built my world, it imprisoned me, taught me how to eat, how to drink, how to breathe. I thought I would die with all the hate in my veins."
- V
I am afraid of all this anger and hate that courses through me. The hate that burns when I see his name or login on the forums or server that we both play on -- the game he made me start playing. The rage that sparks whenever I see references to his online girlfriends.. Oh, pardon me, his character's girlfriends, they don't matter so long as it's "In-Character."
Vapid slothful ignorant leech. There is no hate so vicious, so cruel and callous as what was once love. It warms my belly, and steels my heart.
It's cruel and it's not entirely logical, it twists my viewpoint and makes me want to tear him apart. It's unjust and malicious, but part of me wants to leave him broken and shattered. Part of me wishes he would drink himself to death.
I hate. I hate. I hate. And I want nothing more to do with him. I want him to be miserable; I want him to be parched like the desert, lost like a ship with no stars, empty as the piles of bottles strewn across his floor. I want him to be like the moon-less sky, barren, empty, dark... cold, and without hope or joy.
I want to drive a stake through his heart and wretch out the life with my clawed hands around his neck for being happy for even a moment that I have been gone.
...To say the least, I do not remain friends with my exes.