I hate those moments when you flash through my mind. I hate knowing that you probably don't give a sh/t about me. That you never knew how much you meant to me. I hate how I bent over backwards trying to please you, and you never showed you cared. I hate how much I worried constantly. How I disconnected myself from so many people, giving then up to be with you. I hate how it took me forever to pack away all you sh/t in a box that haunts me when I come home. I hate how even after it was over, I still made stars for you. I hate how picky you were. I hate your criticism. I hate how you made me feel about myself. I hate how I felt stupid. I hate how I felt ugly. I hate how I was never good enough. I hate how you were alright with me walking by myself constantly late at night. I hate how you yelled at me. I hate how nothing I seemed to please you. I hate how I gave up so much for you. I hate how you didn't support me. I hate how if I didn't plan something, we ended up doing absolutely nothing. I hate how I was so passive. I hate how I wasn't strong. I hate how even when I think about it, I don't accept all there things, but instead, I hate myself. I hate how sensitive I was. I hate how much I cried over you. I hate how you affected me. I hate how you affect me. But I want you to know, I don't hate you.