hate that was once love is the strongest hate there is
it's funny, i've never hated before. i've come close, perhaps twice in my life?
but i've never really hated anyone.
i don't mean to say i hate you now.
however,
you make me sick.
i don't know.
the more i read, the angrier i feel.
if this is what you think of me, then
--i don't know, why the fuck do you want to talk to me?
i certainly did not initiate it.
what the fuck is the matter with you?
you're so bitter.
you're so HYPOCRITICAL.
confidence is a crime now?
fuck that.
fuck that, fuck you.
do you even know what you're talking about half the time?
god, i wish you could open your fucking eyes,
you're so fucking SUPERIOR.
and i thought i'd never let that go, that i'd never hate you.
i don't hate you, but i suddenly see that i CAN.
how is that i never saw this before?
i always, always believed that you, of all people, you were someone that..i could never hate.
but.
ugh. verra.
you're so..two-faced.
i don't know, man.
i thought you were better than that.
hell, i thought you were the best.
what now? i feel..what? betrayed? no need to sound melodramatic, but what else can i say?
it hurts to see that, don't you know?
verra, you're so..i don't know the word.
if you thought you were so much better than me, then why bother?
i can't believe this is...spiked. by you. contaminated.
this bitterness inside of me; the roots lie in you.
i don't need this kind of anger.
why, why would you go and--
i should have quit while i was ahead. but you're like a drug, don't you know?
and just like a drug, you leave behind those side effects
you leave behind grief and pain and anger and hurt, hurt
i never thought you'd be capable of hurting me again, and you have.
i don't understand it.
unfuckingbelievable.
i'm sorry, i can't let you do that. i won't.
i don't care. i don't have to think about this. i could FORGET YOU, JUST LIKE YOU'VE ALWAYS FUCKING WANTED. secretly inside, you want that.
i don't need to think about this. fuck, i can look at a fucking future without having some fucking bastard from two fucking years ago drag me back. i'm done with you, what is this?
but i've never really hated anyone.
i don't mean to say i hate you now.
however,
you make me sick.
i don't know.
the more i read, the angrier i feel.
if this is what you think of me, then
--i don't know, why the fuck do you want to talk to me?
i certainly did not initiate it.
what the fuck is the matter with you?
you're so bitter.
you're so HYPOCRITICAL.
confidence is a crime now?
fuck that.
fuck that, fuck you.
do you even know what you're talking about half the time?
god, i wish you could open your fucking eyes,
you're so fucking SUPERIOR.
and i thought i'd never let that go, that i'd never hate you.
i don't hate you, but i suddenly see that i CAN.
how is that i never saw this before?
i always, always believed that you, of all people, you were someone that..i could never hate.
but.
ugh. verra.
you're so..two-faced.
i don't know, man.
i thought you were better than that.
hell, i thought you were the best.
what now? i feel..what? betrayed? no need to sound melodramatic, but what else can i say?
it hurts to see that, don't you know?
verra, you're so..i don't know the word.
if you thought you were so much better than me, then why bother?
i can't believe this is...spiked. by you. contaminated.
this bitterness inside of me; the roots lie in you.
i don't need this kind of anger.
why, why would you go and--
i should have quit while i was ahead. but you're like a drug, don't you know?
and just like a drug, you leave behind those side effects
you leave behind grief and pain and anger and hurt, hurt
i never thought you'd be capable of hurting me again, and you have.
i don't understand it.
unfuckingbelievable.
i'm sorry, i can't let you do that. i won't.
i don't care. i don't have to think about this. i could FORGET YOU, JUST LIKE YOU'VE ALWAYS FUCKING WANTED. secretly inside, you want that.
i don't need to think about this. fuck, i can look at a fucking future without having some fucking bastard from two fucking years ago drag me back. i'm done with you, what is this?

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