i have never been a follower of god, but i have a pain to confess. hatred. throughout my 19 years of life, ever since i started school, to now, even after school, i have been exposed to nothing but hatred. the pain i received from being beaten every day and hated by everyone has turned something inside me into something i can only describe as one. corruption, pure evil. every day and every night i wish death to everything and everyone that has ever hurt me, but now i see all of humanity as a living plague, killing, hurting each other, our own species of being. every night i dream of laying in a warm, thick, black liquid with the sound of screams echoing from the darkened void where the sky used to be. around me lies a field of unbreakable thorns and a forest of impaled bodies of people i know, people i used to know, people i don't know. i feel joy from these dreams. this is my confession of the worst of pain. hatred.