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I have many flaws like the next person, but I've begun to hate that I'm emotionally invested in people.

I hate that I wear my heart on my sleeve.

I hate that I had the illusion of love in its entirety.  Good and bad. 

I hate that I failed at that. 

I hate that I have so much  belief and faith in something; only to be disappointed. 

I hate that I can't be like other people and just go with the flow of life.

I hate that I feel stuck. 

I hate that I cry at night.

I hate that I'm so blindly loyal.

I hate that I'm there to help someone when I stand alone.

I hate that I'm so reliable.

I hate when people tell me that I'm a good person. 

I hate that my world collapsed. 

I hate that I have no strength. 

I hate that I cherish the moon.

I hate that when I have a moment of bliss; only to be disappointed later.

I hate that people say positive things about me and I don't see it.

I hate that no one understand me, but patronize me with the "I know how you feel?" NO, YOU DON'T.

I hate that I'm stuck in the dark when I can clearly see light at the end of the tunnel.

I hate that I can't reach it.

I hate that I feel lonely and abandoned. 

I hate that I have to hold my head up high when I feel so low.

I hate that I feel punished. 

I hate that I'm here.

I hate it here.

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