Hate Is What Makes Me... I love the feeling of hate. I don't know why but I love the hot feeling of hate, burning in me when I clunch my teeth. Hate makes me feel like I'm capable of anything, like I'm strong. I'm very shy and sometimes coward in real #life but when I'm filled up with hate, I can feel I'm living. Hate makes me lose control and act without thinking, just with feelings. That makes me happy and honest. Sometimes I hate what I've done when I'm angry... but After a couple of days and hours of thinking I realised that actually I've done what I've wanted to so it makes me feel more free. My hate is what makes me myself. When I'm calm, I become like a shadow drifting around, unseen, unheared, untouchable... No one cares for me and I just sat in my chair and people pass by me. I'm invisible. When I'm angry, I like hurting people (I'm sorry but it's true). I love to hurt the one made me angry. I became a monster of hate, controlled by just feelings of my näive soul, like a newborn animal. I love to have my friends with me and I'll do anything to protect them. I love to have new friends to, I'm actually very talkative. I want to be honest with people but I'm afraid to lose a friend because of something I say. I'd love to have more friends whom I can trust and be honest without hesitation. If you want to talk with me I love to talk and listen to your stories too. Just say