Hate to Hate

I hate to hate, to even admit I "hate" something, someone, something. But sometimes it is so hard not to say the words "I hate...".
I truely, and untterly dislike... something, I can't put my figure on what exactly it is, but something, something is gnaing at me. Just burning me through the inside.

There are just so, so many things that are messed up, yet, we all think we know what that is, and choose to decide it is simply something you need to get used to.
For one, I doubt any of us know anything, of how bad everything really is, the man behind the curten. We take way to many things for granted.

We think to little, and think to much. It all depends on what you are thinking about, one may be pointless, another meaningful. But what will lead us in the right direction? Who, if no one knows?
All I have to say is think, think deep. Not what's on the surfus. How can you know what's the surface, and what exactly is it that is hidden? That's something for us all to think about.

I mess up, a lot. But I won't let that stop me from what I want, nor is any person able to either.
I wish way, way to much. It's about time I pray, and make it come true.