I hate that my uncle is dead.
I hate that I will never see him again.
I hate that food is my only comfort for when I feel like shit.
I hate that I'm fat.
I hate that I'm too weak to conquer it.
I hate that I'm complaining about it.
Most of all I hate having so much hatred towards so many things
*hugs* It will get better in time. Time is both the enemy and the cure in my eyes. Time changes everything and takes the things we love, but it also heals our wounds. Ironic, huh?
ReplyDeleteIt will get better soon, you just have to hang in there.
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