Disgust

I hate him. I really do. Oh, I know, hate is a big word. But I really do loathe him. I’m feeling totally sick already when I simply think about having to be in the same room as he.
What’s the end at the other side of love? Indifference. And I’m livid that I haven’t gotten there yet.

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