He spews more hatred and anger then I ever imagined could exist. Everything that comes out of his mouth is venom, the negativity surrounding him spreads like a disease. The reason he “has it so bad” is entirely his fault, he made the choices that got him where he is now. Now he is scum. Yet some how I still feel the need to help, to be there for him, because once upon a time he was nice and we were friends.