Saturday, May 30, 2009

I hate...

I hate that you ended it the way you did.

I hate that you felt like you couldn't even talk to me.

I hate that I wondered what I did wrong.

I hate that I honestly think you hate me.

I hate that I honestly still feel like it was my fault.

I hate that I trusted you so much.

I hate that I told you things nobody else knows.

I hate that I let my guard down for you.

I hate that I thought you meant it when you said you loved me.

I hate that I was so stupid and naive.

I hate that deep down inside I think that you did in fact love me.

I hate that I actually loved you too.

I hate that I still love you despite everything that happened.

I hate that I still think about you.

I hate that I still dream about you.

I hate that 4 months later I'm still not completely over it.

I hate that I felt I was so right for you and you for me.

I hate that I actually started to plan my future around you.

I hate that I think nobody else will ever want me.

I hate that I know you don't give 2 shits about me now.

I hate that there's a part of me that stays hopeful.

I hate that I can't see you as the "asshole" like my friends do.

I hate that I know how awesome you are to everyone else.

I hate that I know I'm not pretty enough for you.

I hate that I know that was probably part of your reasoning.

I hate that my personality wasn't enough.

I hate that I didn't get more time with you.

I hate that your texts made my day.

I hate that the few times you called, it made me the happiest I've ever been.

I hate that this has affected me so much.

I hate that I don't want to be with anyone else.

I hate that I still don't understand why.

I hate that I'm so pathetic.

I hate that you never responded to my letter.

I hate that you don't even want to be my friend.

I hate that your friendship means so much to me.

I hate that all I ever cared about was your happiness.

I hate that we didn't get to go to New Orleans together.

I hate that you didn't get to teach me how to play basketball or pool.

I hate that we didn't get to go to a show together.

I hate that I know I could NEVER do anything to hurt you.

I hate that I made you my everything.

I hate that I know you won't see this.

I hate that I wouldn't have the guts to tell you this stuff anyway.

I hate that I'll always have this little emptiness no matter how happy I am.

I hate that I know I need to just move on, but a part of me doesn't want to.

I hate that after everything mentioned on this list, I know I could actually never hate you. And that that's a feeling that cancels out everything else.

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