I hate butterflies, I always did.

I hate their little faces, I hate their paper-thin wings that were created for them uniquely, and how they use them like they won't ever get caught up somewhere, get ripped off, or torn up.

I hate how they are dumb enough to go wherever the light hits. I hate how you can just fool them, or think that you fool them with some human-made electrical devices, and yet; they will obey and still go wherever the light hits.

I hate their little tongues, those little tongues that are capable of reaching wherever they want them to reach, but they still use them only where they are landed.

I hate how God provided them with countless resources of food, and they still choose to eat rotten, unbelievably rotten fruits sometimes.

I hate their short life span. I hate how they have so little time in this world, yet they live like they have all the time in the universe.

I hate them. I do.

I hate their little feet and how they use them for only standing and nothing else.

I hate how they fly carelessly, how they are free.

I hate how they are naturally colorful and pretty… Do they know they are pretty?

And I hate how I hate them enough to want to crush them in my disgustingly fleshy hands, and yet,  I never even dared to hurt one.

I hate how they bring hope to some people when all they really are is just another type of bug. How do people differentiate them from bugs?

I hate butterflies. I wish they had never existed. I wish I had never seen one…