Can You Hate

i want to know... can you truely hate a family member? can you hate people? what is hate? what does hate feel like? how strong is the word "hate?",who do you WANT to hate but cant? what are your thoughts on hate? Heather ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I want to hate my FATHER....

but i cant.

i want to hate him really BADDLY...

but i CANT.

i want to put him through what he put me through...

but i know that is mean.

i want to RIP out his HEART and put it through the garberater

but i know that wont happen. for i am TOO NICE.

i want to HATE his misstress for liveing with him.

but i know that is wrong. she did nouthing.

i want to hate my FATHERS misstress doughter my Xbest friend

but i know that to is wrong

i want to HATE elena for mentely abusing me, uesing me ,then through me away like a pece of trash, and makeing me feel bad for it.

but am much as i want to, i cant. for i AM TO GODDAM NICE. I tell my self "this all hapened 2 years ago i'm sure she has changed"

I want to hate my self for being UGLY,UNLOVED,HATED,FAT,NOT EATING RIGHT,and to blaim MYSELF for getting my PAIRENTS DIVORSED but i know its not my FAILT.

I want to HATE my FATHER so BAD it makes me CRY

but i cant hate him. for doesnt see why i would.

I want to never have NEVER met my FATHER and NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN.

but i know wherever i go all always be "daddys little girl"

i want to HATE

but i KNOW I will NEVER be able to HATE like THIS

• Heather

I hate people, the way we live is disgusting, im ashamed to say that i am a one. No one can even begin to mention the ever growing list of horrible things we do. I hate people that make rules about how I am supposed to live MY life. I despise the people that purposely blind themselves from the truth. I hate our corrupted and ignorent government, because they are there to control us, and because they have no respect for us, only a growing need for power. I hate material belongings, they no longer have any meaning to me, they only make the emptyness grow larger. Sometimes i dream of burning my room full of *belongings* down, just to see the serenity of the ashes. that dream calms me, because when i think of it, i dont have to hate these things, because i wouldnt be me. -Nate...

I hate me so much sometimes. Times when I can barely breathe, my tongue tangled in my clamped teeth. I Hate me until my throat closes, trying to undo the damage by closing me down. killing me off. Hate is the most powerful place in my head Hate gathers me up in it's arms and holds me tight, touching every piece of me. my hate is Rage, active agressive revulsion, at my weakness. my stupidity. my inabilities are inumerable, whenever I feel that Fucking SHIT sliding down my throat, through my arm, however the Fuck I'm giving in to myself, my Rage hits the Roof but no matter how much I Fucking Pound on myself, all my fucking Scars and Bruises, it won't Change what a Weak Fucking Bitch I am inside. -Miranda

OK, so in fifth grade my best friend Jared was on this kick where he found it fascinating to yank people's arms real hard. I guess it was pretty mean, but he did it once to me. It sent this awesome painful feeling across my whole body, like a lightning-bolt from head to toe. I could swear I saw a streak of light pass in front of my eyes. Of course I was very angry with him for awhile, but I still haven't forgotten it. I remember that and it reminds me of hate. Or my hate reminds me of it. I'm not sure which.

I think of people that make me angry. I see that white streak again. If I think about them long enough, the light is blinding. I forget where I am and who. That hasn't happened to me for awhile, which I am thankful for. But it's hate.

My hate is like fear. It's something I do to cover up the fear and smallness inside me. It feels powerful and yet weak, like a pathetic attempt at survival. It's so cold it feels hot... So intense you can forget it's happening. Sometimes I hate, but I try to forget about the hate I feel for certain things, people, words... It feels so easy to hate. And yet so difficult.

(mari)

I've always had the urge to hate people who are malicious and violent towards other people. You know the type, I'm sure... but then, I think about it, and how much I may hate them, and realize that hating them just lowers me to their level. Mom always says "condemn the action, not the person", and that's a good point. It's hard not to condemn the person, though... and I admit that I often condemn the person as well as the action. I agree with what mari said- that it feels so easy to hate, and yet so difficult. Hating wastes so much of your energy that, logically, it's not worth it, and it brings you next to no joy. What does hating accomplish- really? Not much. But then again, it gives you the idea that it accomplished something, and maybe that's what makes it so easy. -JessicaSkater

hateing people is so bloody pointless........so why do we still do it?

• Because it's not an action taken but an opinion held. You love someone; not because you've decided that expressing love is a good way to expend your energy; but because that person engenders love in you. It's the same with hate: it's not about you, and "your" hate doesn't spring from you; it springs from the object.

I recently heard one of those "I was talking to someone who was talking to someone who said something mean about you" things... it made me feel crappy, especially since if this person actually said something mean about me, the only reason I can think of that they would is more of a guilt by association thing. And I really like and admire this person, and it makes me feel crappy that they'd say something mean about me. So I was thinking, "I'm never going to say mean things behind people's backs. I'm never going to hate anyone." And then I realized... that I have. That I do. And I just thought, "Fuck." And then later, two people I was talking to started saying mean things about someone behind their back, and that made me feel crappy too since I used to do the exact same thing to the person until very very recently I became good friends with them. I just kept thinking "Fuck." So I'm going to stop talking mean behind people's backs. Period. I mean, I couldn't believe these people didn't see the good points of this person... until I realized I'd been doing the exact same thing, excusing it because I 'hate' the person and they 'deserve' it. So I'm going to stop hating people. Period. I'm very very glad I realized this.

I agree with Nate. People and how they live is disgusting. -Spike