I hate that I let people affect me.

I hate that I can't control this damn disease and will have to stay on meds for the rest of my life :(

I hate how much I hate me.

I hate that I keep making the same mistakes. I hate that I can't let go of things or people.

Lazy, selfish, self centered is that enough??

Yeah....I really need to focus on my own B.S. and not worry about others....but I do love to help people and I really appreciate their help as well

oh man i could spend all day on this post! but i will keep it short.

i hate the way i think

I hate that I get my feelings hurt REALLY easily.

I don't like that I'm WAY too sensitive, and pretend that my feelings aren't hurt, when they are.

I hate that I keep overdosing.

But, I like that I'm getting much much better at not overdosing.

I hate that I'm stubborn.

No, wait, I'm not that stubborn.

I hate that I'm easily influenced.

I hate the word hate.

PS
It would have been lovely and useful to be great at math. I'm not.

I hate that I have never allowed my life to be my own.

I hate that I can't get nearly as much done in a day as I used to.

And I hate that I beat myself up for it.

I hate that I fall into melancholy and despair. I wish I could be on top of it all the time, and be level, but, like the stock market, there is a rise and fall to my moods. But (HATE is a strong word) I am learning to ACCEPT myself.

And falling back on a higher (and lower) power. I like to say "I rely on Jesus for love and Satan for strength". I'm kinda half-joking when I say that. I really feel the presence of those two beings, grappling for possession of my soul, and I never completely give in to either of them. Both those spirits are present in my own soul, and I rely on either of them, depending on which quality is required in me at any given moment in my life.

I don't like that I can misunderstand things easily and that I have short term memory issues due to both B.I. and depression.

I hate that I'm so psychotically sensitive. Since I was a little kid it always took very little to make me sad and cry, here I am in my mid 40's and I'm still the same. I wish I had the ability to just blow things off but I know I never will.