I Hate You

I hate what you did to me.

I had ideas before you came into my life. Now I just have god knows how many years. I feel so old. But that's all I have. Years. And so much hate. Because I do hate you. It's my comfort zone. It's a safe place, hate. I don't have to question it or rationalise it. I just hate you. You stole my place in the world. I have no place now. I'm displaced.

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  1. Momoy, historias de por ahíApril 13, 2021 at 1:01 PM

    This is a very old comment and I hope you are feeling better now. You are very smart, you know that those feelings, when you don't want to leave them it is just because you prefer to stay in your confort zone. It is not a happy place but it is a confort zone. Once you are ready to change, to get out of that confort zone you find that you are a victim if you choose it. Yes, things didn't stay the same and that hurts... that makes you grow as well. If you do not want to bring more pain into your life you need to allow this moment just the way it is because once you allows it (I said Allow I didn't say Accept) you don't bring more negativity and you don't help that horrible situation to persist. Do you believe in science? Read about Nicolas Tesla and what he said about understanding the world. He said we have to think about it in terms of energy and vibration and you attract to your life (physical laws) the exact energies you are giving to the world. Do you want to stop horrible things to stop coming to you? Do you want people to care about you? Do you want to feel you are at home? Just give exactly what you want and that you'll get.

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