This girl I know once sent me a photo of herself with the title / filename "Hatred." I was taken aback by this, and it kind of bugged me in a vague way for months: what was she mad about, what was she trying to say, etc. Then I looked at the picture more closely and realized she was wearing a red hat. So you see, dear readers, sometimes hatred is just a red hat. You can write that on the bathroom wall if you want.
