terror is feeling like you're losing everything: your mind, your friends, your family, your sanity, every single unique characteristic about yourself, and knowing there is nothing you can do to stop it
Will everyone around me show me enough love to forget about who I was? I want to change. I swear, I really want to change. I know how I want to change. I know exactly what I want to become. I going to be who I want to be. I am going to be someone who is satisfied with their image and who is proud of their actions. I am going to be someone who is never ashamed of past actions and is never hurting other people with their own voice, thoughts, actions. I am going to be me.
Hate is a coiling gust of air seeking it's way out Apathy sags, murky and cold in complacent instinct. While hate can be tofu to a child expecting sweets, apathy is nothing but the silent flickering of a neon vacancy sign.
Hate is bottled yet bursting. Apathy is free, but sedentary.
Hate is muscular it shouts and threatens while the other beckons, just to push you away.
One: lava fit into a mold. Two: so hot it becomes cold.
Hate is the fire and apathy the barren field of ash from which no phoenix shall rise.