RuinYou say that love is a good thing, that everyone has that special someone, that all love brings is happiness.I don't think so.Don't understand? Take a look through my eyes, examine my past and you'll see why I disagree with you.I grew up learning a very harsh, cruel lesson: Loving someone will only bring pain and ruin.Love nearly killed my mother. It nearly killed me. It killed my father.My father tortured me, all in the name of his sick, twisted definition of 'love'.To me, love is just an empty word.Go ahead, bring up how everyone has a 'red string of fate' tied around their finger or wrist. I won't deny it. You see, like you, I have one too.The difference between you and I is that it's around my neck, tightening ever so slightly if I so much as think that I can open up and love, reminding me that if I try to love, it'll tighten like a noose, strangling me, snapping my neck and leaving me hanging there from an invisible gallows.Love will be the death of me.Love will kill me.
Twilight RantUnlike some of my fellow Antis, I feel I have a personal stake in why I hate Twilight.The reason why I hate Twilight is for a simple reason, something other than the fact that Bella is a Mary Sue, something other than the fact that Stephenie Meyer raped vampire mythology, something other than the fact that it's dripping with ridiculous and often incorrect descriptions, something other than the batshit insane fans, something other than the fact that it's incredibly anti-feminist and is racist, something far simpler than all of those things together:It says that the only way you can feel loved by a man is if he abuses you, be it verbal, mental, emotional, physical or even sexual.How does this give me a personal stake in my hatred?I am a survivor of abuse.My father tormented me for thirteen years of my life, not by sexual assault, not by physical assault, but by verbally, emotionally and mentally abusing me. The abuse I suffered has damaged me irreparably. It has damaged me in such a
I Hate ItIt follows my every step. No matter how hard I try to escape it, it somehow manages to follow me. I don't understand it at all.I fear it.It can destroy, drive people mad, cause them to ruin their own life or the lives of others.It disgusts me to hear people say it's a good thing, that it makes your life complete.All I know is that it destroys. I have seen its dark side first hand.I will never succumb to it....I hate love.