This simple, complicated life.

I wish I loved myself enough.

- I hate her.

I fucking do.

Every inch of her;

I hate her from the bottom of my heart.

But she's deeply embedded in me

she's a part of me that I can't get rid of-

Because I'm all she has.

I wonder,

where it all went wrong;

to a extent that unaliving her seemed like a prideful thing to do?