I hate that you can make me feel worthless over and over again.
I hate the fact that you were the one who broke my heart and you didn’t care. I hate that I did fall in love with someone like you. I hate that even if I don’t love you the way I did yesterday, you affect me in some ways that others couldn’t.
I hate that even if you do nothing to hurt me, it feels like my heart is being prickled with thorns and needles and sticks.
I hate that I thought you’ve been the best thing I ever had.
I hate that I welcomed you back into my life, thinking I was over you already.
Oh hell. I was wrong.
It’s not your fault now but you’re still the reason why I’m going through this endless maze of moving on.
And I hate that! That I can’t put the blame on you this time.
There will be times that you hate yourself, you hate yourself because of your physical aspects, the things that you’ve done, you regret things that you shouldn’t do it in the first place, there are parts of you that you’re jealous of other people and then your self esteem will get low, you barely look at the mirror because you don’t like what you are seeing or something that is bothering you when you stare at your own reflection. Some people will say that you have to accept yourself, love yourself, love your flaws and imperfections before you love somebody else, but you still can’t. It’s hard, it’s so hard to love and accept yourself, to put back your self esteem up, but you can’t do anything about it. All of us are different, we have different physical aspects, different personality, our likes and dislikes, our styles, and more and in the end, we just have to accept ourself and just be different to others, we have to love our self for us not to be down, be happy and just enjoy life, do anything you want, you are unique, get yourself back up and fucking live your life to the fullest.