We’ve all been there before, believing that small voice inside: “You’re not smart enough, you’re ugly. Why bother? You’re not worth it”. They’re lies. This is me quieting mine.
•So it seems I am able to hate, and I do hate you, I do hate you, I do hate you.
If I am not angry, I will just end up crying, so let me stay angry for awhile, until I am past it.
And I do hate you.
Although I will have many things to remember, I’ll try my best to move on and not dwell on it.
And I do hate you.
You’re now nothing to me. I don’t know you.
And I do hate you •
• ᖀᒥᑦᑐᓐᓇᕐᓂᕋᒪ ᖀᒥᒋᕙᒋᑦ, ᖀᒥᒋᕙᒋᑦ, ᖀᒥᒋᕙᒋᑦ
ᓂᙵᐅᒪᖏᒃᑯᒪᓗ ᕿᐊᓯᑐᐃᓐᓇᕋᔭᕋᒪ ᓂᙵᐅᒪᓚᐅᑲᒡᓚᖓ ᐊᓂᒍᐃᕐᓯᓐᓂᓐᓂ
ᖀᒥᒋᕙᒋᑦ
ᐃᖅᑲᐅᒪᔭᒃᓴᒃᑲ ᐅᓄᕋᓗᐊᕐᐸᑕ ᐃᓱᒪᒋᑦᑕᐃᓕᒪᓂᐊᕐᐳᖓ ᐃᓕᖖᓂ
ᖀᒥᒋᕙᒋᑦ
ᑭᓲᔪᓐᓃᕐᑐᑎᑦ ᐅᕙᓐᓄᑦ, ᓇᓗᕙᒋᑦ
ᖀᒥᒋᕙᒋᑦ •
