I've been waiting.

I hate you. I've been waiting to say that for...I think for forever. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you lonely. I hate you ink spill on my arm. I hate you, you stupid hole. Positivity? I hate you too. There's no room or time for you; ugly things, but you still exist don't you? I still feel you, these stupid things called feelings. How ugly, how well you remind me I'm alive. PESSIMISM YOU EXIST. I choose to ignore you.

How funny. That it's a good day. And here you are. All these messy things.

How funny. I moved a sleeping baby off my chest without waking him. The sun is still rising. The birds are still here and I can see the flowers. The day goes on, no matter how ugly or beautiful it appears. I don't hate you at all. No, not really.

I think I rather love you. You're quite beautiful.