I am so full of hate it scares me.
I hate the fact that she doesn't consider my feelings.
I hate the fact that he doesn't bother to call nearly as much as I need him to.
I hate the fact that she can't tell when I'm drowning, or maybe just doesn't seem to care.
I hate the fact that he never asks the questions I need him to, so I can open up to him for once.
I hate the fact that she's closed off to the point where I don't know if she's hurting or simply doesn't want to talk to me.
I hate the fact that they can move between people like toys, discarding them whenever they feel like it, but comes back to them when they feel it's convenient.
I hate the fact that he let me love him so hard and loved me back, even though we knew, we ******* knew, it had to end.
I hate the fact that she forgot about me.
I hate the fact that he never loved me the way I loved him.
I hate the fact that she abandoned me.
I hate the fact that he never knew me.
I hate the fact that she's so ******* kind.
I hate the fact that he loves me.
I hate the fact that I can't ******* hate any of you, but only feel sad and vulnerable and lonely and empty and numb because of what you've done to me.
I hate the fact that the only hate I can muster up is directed at myself.