To Execrate Entirely
I have severe hate and anger. Some say I’m bitter — I just know what I detest, and know my enemies. Some couldn’t live with such feelings, and that’s fine. I hold dear my darker emotions, as I turn them into personal positives. “Love” and “compassion” is typically abused by the frail. I don’t have time for that, nor do I have time for the weak in my species. I have just enough time for disgust — and the positive chain of events that makes me exactly not what I loathe. It makes me durable. It gets me moving.
