Okay, the past few days have allowed for a little more introspection than usual. Here's the result.
*I hate what happened about me serving a mission, if i'm ever allowed to think about it I just get absolutely livid. I got screwed over and most of the time I feel like not even trying again
*I hate myself for wanting to date a man, I hate that I want to be held by a guy, I hate that I feel like it's right even though I know it isn't.
Stay tuned for another installment of "Tales From Your Local Inspirational Bookstore"