I hate you.
I hate everything about you.
I hate the way you make me feel, and the way you make me want to feel,
and the way you make me want to stop feeling.
I hate the stupid look on your face and your shitty attitude
and the way you complain constantly,
and I hate they way you hate yourself
and everyone else.
I hate the stupid light in your eyes and your dumb smile
and the way you hold yourself
and your laugh
and the look on your face when you're happy.
I hate that you're never happy.
I hate the sound of your voice
and the way you ignore me when other people are around
and your short replies
and your pissy eye rolls.
I hate that no matter how much I tell myself I hate you,
that it'd be easier to hate you,
I don't.
I hate you.
I love you.
I don't know how to feel about you.
I don't know what it'd be like
if you were gone,
and I'm only young,
but I hate not knowing
and I hate feeling like this
and I hate you.
You're too fucked up
to do me any good
and I want to hate you,
but I never could
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