I hate the way I have to fix all the different broken parts of me.
I hate believing I’d give up on all the possibilities.
I hate me for throwing pity parties instead of finding the strength I need.
I hate me for letting pieces of me break as if everything would always work perfectly.
I hate thinking of how I use to be so carefree.
I love the way I know myself enough to trust intuition ￼faithfully.
I love me for knowing I’ll come back stronger in the end,
I love me.