I love my parents. I hate that I don’t treat them with as much respect as they deserve.

I love my sister. I hate that she’ll never try to love me as much as I love her.

I love my culture. I hate that I’m not in the country where I belong.

I love Mrs. Field’s® cookies and cream chillers. I hate how it contains 1,180 calories.

I love admiring beautiful boys. I hate that I’ll never be that admirable girl that boys gaze at.

I love dressing up. I hate that in no time will I ever achieve that physical physique I’ve always desired.

I love my college. I hate that this may not be the right place for me.

I love my friends. I hate that we’ll never be able to return to how it was two years ago.

I love rainy days. I hate that whenever it rains, I have to walk outside.

I love living. I hate that I’ll never get the chance to actually love life.

I love loving. I hate using the word “hate.”

so after looking at kierra’s (sweetvengance) personal blog, i was inspired to do one myself, however.. because i will be including personal posts on here, it will be password protected so if you’re reading this right now you should feel special ;P