I hate when things get out of whack

I hate I struggle to stay on track

I hate how poorly I manage my time

I hate having to always write in rhyme

And I hate

How callused my hearts become

I hate I’m still blindsided by love

I hate how often I ignore my gut

I hate routine but without it I’m fucked

And I hate

Looking stupid

I hate feeling dumb

I hate taking chances and depending on luck

I hate being right less often than I’m not

I hate always feeling like I’ll never belong

And I hate

Always thinking that I’m thinking too much

I hate I don’t have a tighter grip on my thoughts

I hate my impulsiveness

I hate my obsessiveness

I hate my lifetime of manic depressiveness

And I hate

Being afraid I may lose this war