People, Strangers, Friends

I know people. I have friends. I see strangers. That doesn't necessarily mean I have to like them. I hate a lot of people. Some of them know who they are and understand what they've done to deserve my anger and distrust while others have no idea and insist on talking to me and acting friendly. Just because I have friends doesn't mean I have to like everything about them, it's good that they all have some great characteristics about them. Everyone has some trait they don't like and odds are, other people probably don't like it either. I have no idea why I posted this blog when I did, I was just sitting at home when a sudden wave of anger and hatred rushed over I guess. I'm mad at many things, people, actions, things... Mostly one person, but its enough hate to bring me to writing this.