I Hate.

I Hate.

 

Oh how I hate the twisted dispare that settles in the pit of my stomach, the nausea...I hate that I can't seem to forget...what I'd like to. I hate my surroundings (when i'm not with you) but I hate it all. I even hate what I love... and I hate that the most. I hate this emotion (the one you bring out) and the thought of it too. I hate that I hate (and I'm through with you)

Reviews

[Soul Fire]

I know exactly what you mean by this!! This is so relatable for me! Great work!! This was awesome! (: Great work