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I cant make people love me. I cant make people want to be my friend. I try to maintain the relationships I have, though. I try to be generous, I try to be kind.
I have never given anyone an excuse to hate me. The world is a screwy place, and there are a select few who would say that they hate me.
Its such a strong word: Hate. You don't realize the impact it has until it is personal. Like I said, I cant make people be my friend, so if I'm not your friend, don't be hating. You're wasting your time. There are so many things you could be doing with your time instead of hating. I dunno, maybe LOVING.
A life of hate is truly a sad existence. People recognize the hate and you and mark you for that.
I don't "hate" anyone. I don't particularly like some people, but I don't hate them. Why would I? I'm pretty sure I don't know anyone enough to hate them. Except for my best friends, but I would never hate them.
Moral of the story is don't hate. Did you catch that?
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