Hate to Feel

by Chandler Morrison

There’s a handful of people there whom I can tolerate, and even a couple whom I actually like, but if the rest would go kindly die in a hole somewhere, my life would be infinitely easier.

As a high-ranking member in Charissa’s Cunt Crusade, she shares a disliking for me that she makes no attempt to hide.

I’ve learned that she’s been married to some guy named Bryce (who’s almost certainly a douchebag, because what man with that name was ever anything else) for five years.

As for the rest of the people near me, I am unable to say anything even remotely kind.

Naturally, as I’m a sane human being, it causes me a degree of concern that I have vividly homicidal thoughts like this.