Hate
Jane's emptiness grew, she felt so dis attached from the world.
She lay on her bed and felt horrible, then she began to think of everything she hated.
She hated her friends. She hated her life, She hated all those people that, when you brought up a band, would instantly bring up there "hit" or Single and not know any other song by them. She hated people who were perfectly happy but acted depress because its "cool " or "deep." She hated people who read books simply to say they read it, but took nothing from reading it. She hated people that always defined who they were and what they liked by who they hung out with. she hated her mom for neglecting her when she needed her most. She hated all the pain in life. She hated the futility of life, and the discord of life. She hated darkness and she hated light. She hated how from birth your life was predefined and any deviance from this plan would mean social neglect and possibly death. She hated how all the best people died too soon or died in a ditch, and she hated how love wasn't automatically mutual, but most of all she hated her pain....
Jane was in the kitchen.
She found a knife.
She could feel the hate pumping through her veins.
All she wanted to do was release the hate...
She lay on her bed and felt horrible, then she began to think of everything she hated.
She hated her friends. She hated her life, She hated all those people that, when you brought up a band, would instantly bring up there "hit" or Single and not know any other song by them. She hated people who were perfectly happy but acted depress because its "cool " or "deep." She hated people who read books simply to say they read it, but took nothing from reading it. She hated people that always defined who they were and what they liked by who they hung out with. she hated her mom for neglecting her when she needed her most. She hated all the pain in life. She hated the futility of life, and the discord of life. She hated darkness and she hated light. She hated how from birth your life was predefined and any deviance from this plan would mean social neglect and possibly death. She hated how all the best people died too soon or died in a ditch, and she hated how love wasn't automatically mutual, but most of all she hated her pain....
Jane was in the kitchen.
She found a knife.
She could feel the hate pumping through her veins.
All she wanted to do was release the hate...