I hate that...

I hate that I'm becoming more and more terrified of marriage every day.

I hate that I have no one to tell that too.

I hate that I don't have a family who will support me no matter what.

I hate that I have no one to tell that too.

I hate that my life is falling apart and ripping at the seems.

I hate that I have no one to tell that too.

I hate that I can't take control over my own temptations.

I hate that I have no one to tell that too.

I hate that I can't look myself in the eyes when I look into a mirror.

I hate that I have no one to tell that too.

I hate that I have learned to never expect a thank you.

I hate that I have no one to tell that too.

I hate that I'm struggling with so much at one time.

I hate that I have no one to tell that too.

I hate that I don't have a mom that will listen to me.

I hate that I have no one to tell that too.

I hate that I regret half of my life.

I hate that I have no one to tell that too.

I hate that I can never speak my opinion as freely as I want to.

I hate that I have no one to tell that too.

I hate that my own therapist no longer has time for me.

I hate that I have no one to tell that too.

I hate that I have to see a therapist.

I hate that I have no one to tell that too.

I hate that no one even knew I was seeing a therapist.

I hate that I HAD no one to tell that too.

I hate that I feel alone in this world.

I hate I have no one to tell that too.

I hate that I have to get my feelings out in a blog.

I hate that I have no one to tell that too.

I hate that I'll never have that late night, movie watching, chocolate ice cream eating movie night with a girl.

I hate that I don't have a best friend.

I hate the fact that I'm worried about every little detail. I hate that I have to sit here at 3 in the morning and cry. I feel like everyone has just slipped away. I used to have someone who saw me struggling. Who asked if I was okay even with the biggest smile on my face.

Either I've gotten really good at acting, or no one really cares enough to look for it anymore.

And I especially hate the fact that I can be doing so good in my life, and then BAM, another freakin obstacle in the road.

I want so much more than this provincial life, but I fear I'll never amount to anything.

I hate that I have no one to tell this too.