The worst emotion.

It's stronger than depression, even stronger than love in my eyes; anger.

At least when I'm angry, I begin to think I'm crazy. But so does everyone else.

What makes me different? Just because I feel as if hurting a creature, or a person, will make me happy, makes my anger...different? Just because I want my "loved" ones, to not speak one word to me, makes me...different? Just because I feel walking, or swimming, miles and miles, to make the questions stop, really makes me...different?

Because I suddently

hate,

everyone's voice,
everyone's questions,
everyone's kindness,
everyone's face,
everyone's love,
everyone's presence,
everyone's faith,
everyone.

makes me...different?