I hate myself for being gay.
I hate myself for wishing I were straight.
I hate God for making me this way.
I hate God for ignoring me when I prayed to be straight.
I hate the church for not making a place for me.
I hate the church for saying “we don’t know” and acting like that’s enough.
I hate that I hate myself. I hate that I hate God. I hate that I hate the church.
I hate that I still haven’t found a path I can take where I don’t hate these things.