Right now I hate you. Except I don’t hate you. I keep being open and honest and you make it so easy to do that. So I hate you because I am not feeling the strongest. Because I am now well aware of how much I was lying to myself. I am trying to reach out for help and I’m still hindering people by coming up with excuse after excuse of why that person shouldn’t help me.
I thought I was content lying to myself and believing that I was okay. I thought I was okay and handling life. I’m not and you made that glaringly obvious that I am not. So I hate you, but I don’t.