It Sticks.

Hate is a strong word.

But so is love.

Yet people throw that around as if it is meaningless, when really it is the most powerful word anyone can ever say.

No one, besides family, has ever told me they loved me. 

Not even a friend.

And then people have the nerve to just tell people they love them,

when they don't even mean it.

When I'm here, wanting it,

dreaming of it.

Realizing I will probably never get it.

Life is confusing.

Especially with what people say.

I have been told dozens of times.

Sometimes more than I can count,

that they hate me.

That I will go to Hell for no reason at all.

And then those same people tell me how awesome and amazing I am.

How I can be anyone's friend,

and that I am the nicest. prettiest person they have ever met.

But you don't understand how the word hate can stick to a person.

just how someone like me won't understand how the word love can do the same.