Hatred. It's the strongest of emotions—stronger than even love in my opinion. To have hatred for someone means that you once must have loved them. To now hate them, well, that means that they've hurt you to an extent that forgiveness is impossible...and we all know that being hurt by someone you love is the biggest betrayal of them all.
I'm filled with hatred. It pulses through me; visceral and visible for everyone to see. It's branded on my soul, polluting any happiness that might sneak up on me, forcing me to shut out anyone who dares to pry back my protective armor. > He's as fucked-up as I am. Angry at the world, a snarling, savage beast, who wreaks destruction with his fists and annihilates with his nasty tongue. I should run a mile like the rest of them, yet I can't. What's left of his humanity calls to mine, desperately seeking someone who understands; someone who can withstand the carnage he creates. > He says he doesn't want me. Then why can't he keep his hands off me? I refuse to let anyone get close to me ever again. So why can't I make myself walk away?
~~~~~ATTENTION~~~~~ I have decided to close down my blog and my facebook page. After a lot of thought and tears I've had to make this hard decision. I no longer have fun working the blog or the page. It feels more like a job to me now, not to mention I've been neglecting the street teams of the authors whom I love the most. I will be closing this page on October 1st. Thank you all so much for being a part of my book world and supporting me.