And then – finally – something snapped inside me, as though a tendon in my mind had given way beneath a sudden strain, and the emotion came tumbling out, angry and sickening. I hate you. I fucking hate you.
I know the feeling, the worst thing is to know they just didn’t care, your life was altered forever more and it was just another day for them, in fact I think that more than anything rubs against the grain, but not too much hatred, keep it boxed up and locked unless for special occasions, hatred can turn you into someone who’s rotting from the inside out.
