Is it possible to love and hate a place as much as this one?
I love how familiar it is.
I hate how my self esteem drops.
I love my family.
I hate my hair.
I love my friends and how they accept me like I never left.
I hate that I eat 9 granola “dip” bars today.
I love that Whirlwind thinks its funny that there is only one store, no Burger King and we don’t watch out for cars when we walk on the street.