Letter N3 Hatred toward myself and you
My love… What I hate most about myself:
- I hate that the moment stability slips away I fall apart — lose my bearings and explode with emotions I can’t control.
- I hate that when life feels unstable I start sniffing for traps in everything, as if peace itself is a trick.
- I hate that I can’t be myself when I’m terrified of hurting someone — I mute pieces of me to avoid causing pain.
- I hate that when my feelings flood in, I can’t really hear the other person; my emotions drown out their words.
- I hate that I keep giving people the thing I’m starving for, and then bleed when it’s not returned.
- I hate that sometimes those who finally give me what I need are precisely the ones who aren’t my priority.
- I hate loneliness — it gnaws at me; I need background noise from morning till night or I feel my mind unravelling.
- I hate crowds — among people I feel exposed and utterly alone, like a small boat in a vast, cold sea.
- I hate the apathy that steals my will to live and to grow.
- I hate my hypersensitivity: left alone, my head won’t stop aching, my eyes are always ready to spill, and my body tightens as if bracing for more pain.
- I hate that I can’t just let go and relax; calm seems forbidden to me.
- I hate that I am a one-lover — that to unlove someone will take me forever.
- I hate having to lie. I hate making mistakes.
- I hate that I forgive and forgive again, even when my heart wants to keep score.
- I hate that I forget the bad so fast and begin to ache for the good, not understanding why we ever fell apart.
- I hate that I have to go through crises alone, without a shoulder to lean on.
- I hate that only illness seems to drag me to the doctor, because I lack the will to care for myself otherwise.
- I hate being sick all on my own.
- I hate, with a heavy, exhausted heart, that I always end up alone because of my fears.
- I hate how my heart pulls back the moment someone reaches out — like kindness hides a blade.
- I hate that fear pushes me away, whispering I’ll be left wrecked if I let anyone in.
- I hate my shaking anxiety — it never leaves me.
- I hate my avoidant ways that keep me chained even when I want freedom.
- I hate that I only want someone when my feelings burn like fire.
- I hate myself for giving hope to the wrong people.
- I hate breaking promises I can’t keep.
- I hate how much I need to feel wanted — without it, I can’t calm down.
- I hate my low self-worth staring back at me.
- I hate people.
- I hate that I’m part of this messed-up world and carry its brokenness.
- I hate watching chances slip away while I chase flashes of feeling.
- I hate making saints out of imperfect people.
- I hate that I bow to voices telling me who I must be and how I must treat them, while they don’t move an inch to meet me in return.
- I hate shutting myself off when deep down all I want is for someone to reach out a hand.
- I hate wearing masks, pretending I’m fine when I’m not.
- I hate myself so much…
Now I want to say what I hate in you.
- …
- I don’t know. There are moments that made me give up, made me let go. But there’s nothing in you that I truly hate… Maybe your ex — yes, maybe your fucking ex. But only because you told me that with your ex you felt calmer, lighter, better than with me. That I am not enough to stand by your side. That I was too heavy for your lightness and what’s the point to be with me…With your ex everything was easier. And me… I took you too seriously, I felt you too deeply, while all you wanted was lightness and fun. Yes, perhaps the only thing I hate in you is that tendency to compare.
That conversation still plays on repeat in my head. I still reread it, and every time it tears me apart when I see your words:
And what makes me better than your ex?
So why even be with me at all?
It cuts the heart into pieces. Is that love?
Love is not comparing… Am I fucking wrong? Love is not stabbing at the most tender parts of someone’s soul. Love is not wounding the one who was ready to give you their heart… Did you truly loved me if you compared me with others?.
I don’t know what to say. I’m tired of dying every day from this hurt… I miss you so much, but at the same time it hurts so badly… It all feels so meaningless. And my head keeps hurting, I cannot breathe normally
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