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Hate. A word we carelessly throw around almost as if its meaning was near worthless. But what does it have to do with me, you ask? Well... why don't you stick around and find out?

All of us have something we don't like, right? That's alright. I, too, have many things I don't like. I started to get the concept of liking things and not liking things when I was kid. Back in elementary, I was the target of many bullies. At first, I didn't like them calling me names. But it got worse. I felt the whole world was against me. I started to hate everyone in on it.

Then, as I grew, I started coming up with these rights and wrongs with some still stuck with me. I say some because these are never in static. It's dynamic, as I would like to call it. It's never the same thing. Which brings me back to hate. We hate what is wrong, do we not? But of course, with school and the media telling us which is wrong and which is right, there's bound to be a mistake. It was made by humans... and humans are not perfect. So I grew up hating what I thought was wrong and stick to what I was taught to be right.

Even now, I have trouble understanding what is right and what is wrong. That's because of what I believe. That these stuff don't stay the same. I should mention that not all change. And that's alright. For me, it's hard to accept what I once thought was wrong. I feel like starting over again.