“...Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.” Stephen King

I hate myself today.

I've hated myself for a while.

But today, I was reminded as to what *exactly* I am lacking.

I hate my body.

I hate the fact that it doesn't know what is going on.  

I hate that I apparently don't know how to take care of it- if I did, would I be ballooned up to this large of a size?

I hate the fact that it's not doing what it's supposed to be doing- it's acting strangely and awkwardly and not at all what "normal" bodies do.

I just hate it.