I absolutely hate love. I hate the word love. I hate what it means. I hate how something in me grows so incredibly furious each time I type it and every time I read it. I hate how it makes me feel the same way as disgust, inconvinience, repulsion. I hate what it stands for. I hate everything about it. The more I hear of it, the more I feel reclined to destroy it. I hate people in love. I hate talking about it. I absolutely hate writing about it and I hate refering to it. I hate how it means nothing at all