link hereI hate...
I hate how Im so angry, and full of distrust for anyone.
I hate how I plan to kill everyone I meet or ways to get out of a fight alive.
I hate to worry about ammunition weapon parts/service.
I hate that I can't go any were unarmed.
I hate thinking of the worse, and what I can't forget.
I hate how my body listens to my gut more than my head.
I hate people making choices for others and how they should think.
I hate that I can't stop being a soldier when I have been out for years.
I hate the nightmares my humanity gave to me.
I hate looking at ppl that think they have it all figured out and feel secure... what do they know..
I hate how my life turned out.
I hate how a few choices can direct years of your life.
I hate the idea of how life is suppose to be.
I hate that I really have few choices that I can really make in life.
I hate wrecking my body for a meager living. I have no pride I fell shame.
I hate people... but I like individual.
I hate that I have to be so different, in thinking humor and hobby. I never fit in with any one group.
I hate what war had done to me, and to my loved ones.
I hate how cold my master Sergent was to my mother about my condition.
I hate that most ppl fear me on sight.
I hate people that ask me stories about scars.
I hate to worry about my family all the time.
but all in all I can still smile
May 1 3:39 AM UTC