Dear hated,

I usually try to be all about love & peace, but then I see the 'hated' people in my life, and I transform into this nasty piece of art, filled with curses, detestation, and horrid words that may cause bleeding from their pain.
Yes I become a monster.

I can't help myself, if I do not like a person, I find no reason why I should act nice. I don't like you. So screw you. I'm sure I have a reason for not liking you, I do accept people and their imperfections, but yours is simply 'in my face', bothering me. So respect my disliking to you, and go complain elsewhere, and elsewhere does not mean to my friends.

To most, I'm a loving caring nurturing friend, my other side only shines to the 'hated'. I love those who respect themselves, who don't ask too many questions, because quite frankly I am the blunt one. You ask me a question about your friend and I'd simply reply 'yeah not my style. I don't like' and don’t bother me with looks and speeches, because simply it’s a waste of both our times.

On one last note; Don’t try to talk to my friends about me. They come telling me about how pathetic you sounded, and how on and on you went on about the same thing again and again. Then I deal with you in my own silent sweet evil way.

love,
Perfect Stranger