PW brings out the worst in me.

And everything I do seems to be wrong these days.

I think as much as I want to deny, I'm still that girl i was four years ago. Insecure, scared, needy, a wreck.

I hate feeling like this. I hate myself for letting these minor things define. Hate myself for letting these emotions run wild. Hate myself for letting people's expectations and words confine me. Hate the way I react to others' actions. Hate myself for being who I am. Hate myself for everything that is me.

Sometimes, it become a form of release to hate yourself. A habit. A vicious cycle you can't break out.

How can you hate this part of you yet relish it with such twisted satisfaction and adoration?

I don't know what's worst, hating yourself, or letting yourself hate you.