I hate how much I yearn for connection.
I hate that I wasn’t given a brother or a sister who could understand the experience because they lived through the context —with me.
I hate that when I’m okay, moments of loneliness creep up and wraps its arms around me; reminding me that i'm alone and i'm not okay with it.
I hate that I lean into ppl knowing damn well they are imperfect, knowing damn well that they probably will not treat me how I treat them. I hate that even what appeared to be the simplest man for me ; ended up cutting me deep; in a way I want so badly to release, but still find myself caught up in the ins and outs of what was and wasn’t.
I hate that people say men lie as it’s just how they are made.
I hate that people say women and girls are just jealous and catty as if that’s all there is to our design.
I hate that I’m using the word hate because it’s such a strong word and I don’t use it lightly…
But honestly, I hate that shit fr.....
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