I can't hate.

In any situation when I am angry, and say I hate someone or something, it isn't true.

I can't let myself fall to a level of hatred for something.

Because if I do then there will be a ever-looming aura of tension in my heart.

When someone says they hate someone, I automatically think of Hitler.

I can't be a Hitler. I don't want anyone to die, just because I don't like them.

I really shouldn't care as much as I do, only because it sets me up for disappointment.

I wouldn't know what to do if someone ever told me they hated me.

Because if they did, that means either I did someone unspeakably terrible, or they are just... psychologically unstable.

I can't hate myself.

I can't hate people.

Is it terrible that I just want to feel bad?

I feel like I'm never allowed to be upset because so many people look to me for spiritual support.

I want to be the one who cries on your shoulder, not vice versa.

If I have to talk one more of my best friends out of suicide, I'm going to shoot something.

It makes me feel terrible, as their friend, to see them hate themselves, when I constantly tell them how amazing they are.

I feel like I'm never enough to make a difference in someone's life.

I can never get through to them.

I can't make them stop the hate.

For me, the thing I hate, or am able to hate, is hate itself.

I can't stand it.

I really can't.