I never imagined that I could feel such intense hatred. It was a feeling that consumed me, overtaking my every thought and action. It was all-consuming, and I couldn't escape it, no matter how hard I tried.

It all started with a seemingly insignificant event. I was partying with my friends, having a good time, and enjoying the music. Suddenly, a group of people I didn't know entered the room, and one bumped into me as they passed by. It was a minor inconvenience, and I didn't think much of it at the time.

But as the night went on, the encounter kept gnawing at me. I couldn't shake the feeling that they had intentionally brushed past me, trying to make me feel small and insignificant. And as I dwelled on it, my irritation turned into anger and full-blown hatred.

I started to fixate on this group of people, convinced they were out to get me. I would see them around town, and my blood would boil with rage. I wouldn't say I liked the sight of them and would do anything to avoid crossing paths with them.

I got angry and bitter over minor things, lashing out at my friends and loved ones for no reason. But my hatred didn't stop there. It started to spread to other people and situations, almost as if it had a life of its own.