You can’t hate the roots of a tree and not hate the tree. You can’t hate your origin and not end up hating yourself.

I love myself just not enough; the truth is; a part of me loves who I have become as a person but the other part is not happy there are things missing. Everyone seems to know what I want, or what I like. Nobody ever takes their time to actually ask omega what she actually wants. still wondering why I always disappear for a while. The person who knows me well is Jah, then my dad and siblings. I’m sorry I never know when to put comas or periods I just do whatever I’m not good at following the rules of grammar or society..