I love life. I love my body. I love myself. I love my friends. I love my personality. I love my family. I love the way I work. I love living. I love having my heart beat and all of the amazing feelings life offers.
Sometimes I feel it doesn't love me back though. I feel like it hates me, the way my body betrays me, the way my personality upsets others, the way my brain tries to bring itself down. The way my breathing can stuff up when to much happens, the way I can't always control when or how I talk.
I love life and earth. Pain and pleasure, hate and dislike, enjoyment and love. All of it, I love it. Living is amazing and it shouldn't be cut short by stupid things.
But it does. It causes pain and heart break, and it's living, and I love that. But I don't like being hated, by anybody or anything. It's a bad hurt, being hated or yelled at, in trouble or when crying tears of other peoples hatred.
