I think theres a certain level of self hatred that exists.
It’s very specific but its also the worst kind.
It’s a kind where you disliked one thing at first. Normally because your realised that one thing didn’t seem to you as it does on people.
Or because someone pointed out its difference, saw your unease and then turned it against you.
Either way you didn’t always dislike that thing.
You were uneasy and confused.
The more you pondered on it however, the more uneasy you became, then the unease became dislike.
And at dislike you start to notice it without even wanting to. You see something it you zone out and it invades your mind for a brief moment but then it becomes harder and harder to let go of.
Then the dislike became hatred.
Suddenly that thing is all that you think about. Every time that you’re around people it’s all that you see or hear or feel.
If you’re lucky, for a few fleeting moments, you feel something alternative.
You don’t feel the hate the same way, you let yourself believe it’s all in your head, and you see the part of you as it looked before, as it sounded as it felt, and you dare to call it normal and in extraordinary cases
beautiful.
That is until something snatches you by the throat and plunges you face first into the hatred again.
But it’s that specific type of hatred.
You are suffocated by the thoughts of how that part of you shouldn’t exist.
What do I do if it isn’t a part of me though?
What if it’s all of me, all the time, every single ******* moment?
What if?
