I Write. My Blog Speaks.

i hate this feeling


i wish august 15 would hurry up and get here
but there's so much in between

why must we always journey to get to the end?
why can't it be a simple jump from one to the other?

i hate feeling vulnerable.
i hate not being in control of my emotions.
i hate feeling overwhelmed.
i hate looking downcast.
i hate not knowing myself.

i wish my journal didn't run out of space.

i hate making wishes.

it means something isn't there that should be there.

it makes me feel vulnerable.

and i said before that i hate feeling vulnerable.

i hate this feeling of hate.

i wish august 15 would hurry up and get here

no.

i wish i could jump to august 15.