Hate

Someone sent me the following quote the other day, just before they unfriended me.  I have to say, I've been disliked.  I've been bullied.  But this might take the prize on loathing.

"HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR [you] AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT. HATE. HATE."


I look at it everyday.  I'm afraid I've taken it to heart.  And soul.  And mind.
I can't process it really.  I just need to put it somewhere out of my head so that I can analyze it later.  But not right now.  I'll leave it here for now.