I hate that what I write I don't love.
I hate that I love what I can't or shouldn't love.
I hate that I 'should' myself.
I hate myself for worrying too much.
I hate that I worry about what others think.
I hate that I think too much and become incapacitated.
I hate that I incapacitate myself with thoughts of negative outcomes.
I hate negative thoughts that become self-fulfilling prophecies.
I hate that I'm right.
I hate that I'm wrong.
I hate that my life feels constipated at times.
I hate those times when I hate.
But I love the kind of Hate that's pregnant with fire and creativity.
I love that this hating opened me up today.
Today, flow is possible.
Possibility is to be loved.