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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Letters To Myself
RandomIn this book, I share my letters that I wrote in a notebook. Each letter expresses my raw emotion and it isn't in chronological order. It's an ineffective way to get my thoughts out, although it never left. I wanted to share my emotional rollercoas...