I really am surprised at how truly hateful people can be. Perfect strangers getting off on making someone they don't know, who's never done anything to hurt them, feel like crap. And then laugh while someone else cries. What sad, pitiful, and terribly empty lives you must lead. Tragic. I don't hate you, I pity you. You have no soul, and nothing to offer the world.
I'm tired, but still digesting the hatefulness of the evening. I need to sleep. I need to purge myself of this night.
I refuse to apologize for having feelings. I won't apologize for having a soul. Your hate lives within you, not me. I won't own your dysfunction. That's not mine.