I do hate. I hate intensely.
In my imagination, I will crush people to death, rip them open from a precise point in their abdomen. I imagine buildings falling upon them so they'll die with no one to see them die.
Sometimes I kill myself in my imagination too, but that's a different matter entirely.
I want to murder; I want to strangle most often of all. I almost did, once, it was my mother.
I must confess, some people have me raging to injure and maim them from the moment I catch sight of them. Thankfully I can appear only mildly perturbed, or at least I hope I do.
