A Paradox

I know a lot of people say that you are supposed to be happy and love yourself. What if you love the fact that you hate yourself? What if that is the thing that makes you feel special? What if you love embracing your dark side? Like, you love the fact that you love the color black and you love red because it looks like blood? What if you find so much humor in hating yourself that you love it? What if you love that you're obsessed with serial killers, and horror movies, Halloween, and wanting to know what death is like? What if you have a really dark, fucked up sense of humor, and that is what you love about yourself? Is that okay? Is being a paradox okay? Is loving to hate yourself okay?

*EDIT* Just so everyone knows... I wrote this when I was drunk. You can tell, can't you? *shrugs*