Love

I'm not a hateful person. Before October, I was extremely content with my life. I'm generally such a happy, smiley person. But right now, if I'm being honest, I just hate so many things.

I hate how the people who are put into our lives and we are taught to love and cherish, can be gone in the blink of an eye.

I hate how people judge others.

I hate legalism.

I hate how life is so cruel.

I hate how the world is so cruel.

I hate how people borrow bits and pieces from other people's identity. Get your own!

I hate how life continues on as normal, when the world should stop.

I hate time.

I hate the daily grind.

I hate how I hate so many things.

I hate the weather.

I hate the thought of Christmas this year.

I hate bigotry.

I hate feeling dejected.

I hate feeling rejected.

I hate feeling overwhelmed and responsible.

I hate my inability to articulate.

I hate my loss of direction.

I hate being stuck in one place.

I hate the thought of Father's Day.

I hate feeling alone.

I hate feeling like I have to go on.

I hate when I think he's still there, and then remember that he's not.

I hate that this is not a dream.

I hate that I can't call my dad.

I hate when I break down into tears.

I hate when I don't break down into tears.

I hate the emptiness.

I hate the constant nagging in the back of my head, even when I'm focused on other things.

I hate my dashed dreams.

I hate not having time to mourn my nan.

I hate the lump in my throat.

I hate my broken heart.



............And to think. All this hate stems from such deep, enduring love.

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