Sometimes I hate my emotions.

I hate the empty hopelessness, the frustration, the surrender, the wishing they could see how we could still work things out.
I loath the sour flavor of jealousy, the inadequacy, the rash impulsive heat driving you to prove that you are good enough for them.
I despise the ebbing waves of confusion, the loneliness, the dreams that tomorrow will be different yet deep down knowing tomorrow will probably still be the same.

I know I am a daughter of God. I know I can change. I can be a little smarter, a little kinder, a little braver. However, that doesn't stop me from feeling the way I do.