Within me, ruined

Driven by a relentless thirst for rejection, they crave the venom in every word, the fire in every glare. "Hate me, not with indifference, but with fury," they demand, daring the world to unleash its wrath. Their existence is a battlefield, each step a provocation, each breath a challenge to be despised, loathed, and torn apart. Love is weakness, but hatred? Hatred is power—a violent symphony of destruction they long to orchestrate. This is not a plea for peace; it’s a war cry for chaos.