I hate it

I hate it that I'm broken.
I hate it that I have all these issues caused by my childhood.
I hate it that every time I feel even a little relaxed with a situation, I end up disappointed.
I hate it that I'm so complicated that no one ever sticks around.
I hate it that I just.. Never can catch a break.
I hate the fact that there are books written about me, about people like me.
I hate it that I get way to attached to people that show me kindness.
I hate it when people say they understand. You DON'T understand unless you've been through it.

I hate it that I feel SO alone in all this. I am strong.. But sometimes even I fall apart.
I hate hating things...