I don’t hate.
I try not to anyways.
I try not to hate people.
I try not to hate their flaws.

We are all imperfect, right?
We can’t help our mistakes.
We try.
We fail.

But

I don’t like when you tell me what I am.
I don’t like when you assume what I think.
I don’t like when you try to put out my flame.
I don’t like when you tell me I’m wrong because you want to be right.

I try really hard not to hate.
But sometimes,
you make it very hard.