I Hate Myself

so i have found myself boarding the line of depression. I am at the point where I come home angry. I dont enjoy my job anymore. I wish I could find my passion for it again. I am 26 with no degree. I have a husband that i love but i feel as if i am not good enough for him. we dont share common interest. he loves guns, politcal debates, working out, drinking, and he loves to learn new things. he has such a open mind to new things and sometimes, i find it intimidating. he is never shy or afraid to

I am a Hispanic woman who if I am honest have a lot of self hate for myself and my culture. “Internal racism has been the term used to describe the process by which persons of color absorb the racist messages that are omnipresent in our society and internalized them” (Sue, 2016). I grew up in a small border town where stereotypes are made. I never experienced much racism because we were the majority. However, looking at it now I have a lot of self hate, and I always identified as white growing up

Am I black? Am I not? Am I Eritrean? Or am I an American? What am I? Who am I? Who is Abebba Araya? I constantly asked myself these questions. Why is it to certain people that I am black, yet to some I am not? My entire existence in this world has been very ironic. However, I now know who I am as a person; I am a second-generation American of Eritrean descent. I am both an American and Eritrean, yet I am not black. An emphasis on the and, which I realized exists between these two cultures and incorporating

When I was younger I never really considered myself to be jealous of anyone or anything. I would judge people on the fact that all they did was complain about their love life and how Katie had more friends than mary. Unfortunately, as I grow I realized that jealousy didn't just mean being mad at my crush for talking to someone who wasn't me or the fact that someone at school had a mechanical pencil while I had wooden. It hit me on the day I received my first paycheck. It wasn't money my parents

family has moved to Canada, and I have never felt left out before. I never thought I ever would, but ever since I started attending school in Canada I had the fear that no one would like me. Sometimes that was true, I was that new kid that barely anyone would talk to because I had an Indian accent. I tried to not pay attention to that and work on my own. That didn’t work out well because you have to choose partners for group work and I would always be left out. I always hoped that the teacher would

and a better person. I do believe this life lesson has come across in everybody’s life. I know that when you make the mistakes it causes to cry or be angry; however, in the end of learning from that mistake will have you smiling in the end. In the start of my life I have always been looked down on. I think it was always for my race. This brought me to a dark side of myself and I started to do bad things in my life. When I started to understand and go through racism in my life I began hating mostly

I was raised in Jackson County, Kentucky since I were 8 years of age. When I were 7, I went with my family to Myrtle Beach. I really enjoy cotton candy flavored things. I got my first phone when I were 9. I use to get beat up by my older brother, Austin. I got my first job in January of 2017. My favorite place to go is to the house on the hill. I lost my 30 day old cousin in June of 2011. My name was suppose to be Dezziree Nichole Blankenship. I dated my first love for a year and almost 2 months

Today was slow, like every other day, I walked the halls and watched time fall away. There were no actions to how I was feeling, No clue that inside, It’s hard to keep breathing. Memories come and go Pain comes and stays. When she let me go, I was left out like a stray. No happiness to return to Nothing but pain to sleep through. Thirsting for lust Searching for love. No one searching for me because I’m so far gone. This hole that I’m in keeps dragging me

Negative emotions constantly interfere with positive ones. As Martin Luther King Jr. famously said, “Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that”. But what happens when hate, envy, and vengeance clash? In The Count of Monte Cristo, Dantes, blinded by malice towards his enemies, cannot acquire happiness or passion. He never fully experiences true love until he relinquishes all his hatred and vengeance and comes to appreciate the power of love. Obsession with the idea of revenge upon his enemies

I really just hate cross country. Well, that’s a great way to start a writing. Let’s back up a little bit to get started. I can’t say that I actually hate cross country, because that would be a lie. I do enjoy some aspects of the sport, like spending time with my friends, and the feeling of personal achievement. To be more specific, I don’t like running, but who does? Don’t answer that question. I actually know plenty of people that love running. To be completely honest, I don’t think what I said