I made a major breakthrough. I hated many people, but not for individual reasons. I talk bad about people because selective memory. Because of what I choose to remember, not what I'd be glad to forget. That one thing you did, that piled on with other things. I'm mad because this was happening around you, and you did nothing to stop it. You weren't the problem, you were part of the problem. I don't need your kindness because I needed that years ago. I'm sorry if it's hard to understand.