I’m not going to leave.
But should I leave?

Welcome pulls.
Love would be better.
But hatred is pushing me away.

I saw a man walk into the room followed by another and they were talking loudly to each other and I didn’t want them here and so I looked at them in a certain way. Not exactly with hatred but some hair-splitting version of it. They turned around and left the room taking their loud voices with them.

Hatred is repulsive.
Love would be better.
And, right now, I don’t feel welcome.