I hate the unknown.
I hate not knowing things.
I hate feeling unsettled.
I hate wondering.
I hate thinking.
I hate complication.
I hate desire.
I hate confusion.
I hate distraction.
I hate time.
I hate distance.
I hate missing.
I hate not being good enough.
I hate losing.
I hate hurting.
I hate love.
But most of all, I hate what I've become.
If I'm honest, I don't hate at all.
I just feel too much.
I feel too deeply.
Sometimes it hurts too much.
It's quiet now, though.
I have nothing to focus on but the pain.
I can't blame anyone but myself.
