The opposite of love, I have found, is not hate, but indifference.
Dear underagethinkingg,
I hate how my parents treated me after the exams. What's wrong with going home late? You didn't really say much in the past. What's wrong with you guys now? Last week, I already stayed home for a week, not even stepping out of the house, unless there's school. C'mon it's holiday now, I should have my fun now. And it's not like I never come home. Fuck. The way you all picking on me makes me don't even feel like coming home. I HATE HOME! I HATE MY PARENTS!
I promise you won't get to see me this week until night comes! This is for making me ANGRYYYYY!
GGGGRRRRR! I'M SO ANGRY THAT I COULD STAB ANYONE WHO PISS ME OFF NOW!
