The way you treat your children now will be a reflection of the way they’ll treat you in the future.
“Hip means to know
It’s a form of intelligence
To be hip is to be up-date and relevant
Hop is a form of movement
You can’t just observe a hop
You got to hop up and do it
Hip and Hop is more than music
Hip is the knowledge
Hop is the movement
Hip and Hop is intelligent movement…”
I hate feeling like this.
I hate what people tell me to do or not to do.
I hate misleading directions to a “good” path.
I hate horrible “advice,” vague words of “wisdom.”
I hate these doctors. I really do.
I hate these so called “professionals” who try to help me.
I hate how I’m being helped for the wrong reasons to begin with.
I hate how no one listens to me when I say I’ve always been fine.
I hate when your true support system looks at you as if they’re doing the right thing, when in reality, they’re wrong.
I hate the discouragement, the insults, the negativity. I’m burnt left & right.
I hate all my current fears, these flashbacks.
I hate being alone.
I hate being misunderstood.
I hate going insane.
I hate all these words… These words of mass destruction.
I hate how no one nor I can suck the living poison out of me.
I hate how there’s an exception rather than an acceptance.
I hate being tiresome. Being drained… Left weak.
I hate the constant piles of suffer after suffer after suffer.
I hate the guilt, the pain, the anger, the sadness.
I hate these constant tears, because I’m constantly torn apart.
I hate the emotional strains, the physical limitations.
I… I hate…
I hate to say this, but I’d hate to be me.
I’m at my lowest point right now & I think I need help…