The following story is not a trypical upbeat story I might write and you may not want to read it. I am posting it because I wrote it in a time of darkness and I find it almost poetic looking back but again this story is not for everyone... it was written for me and no...
I dont get it.
I understand that there are some things that can make you hate someone justifiably.
They do harm to you, your family, your loved ones, your friends.
But hate just for hates sake? Because of the color of skin, or nationality, or politic, religions, beliefs?