I hate you.
I hate you more than I've ever hated any person I've met.
I hate how you treated me.
I hate how you took advantage of me.
I hate that you let me do all that I could to help you and then just threw it away like it meant nothing at all.
I hate that you called me stupid.
I hate that you did everything you could just to prove you were smarter than me (even if it came to grades and percents).
I hate how selfish you are.
I hate that you called me useless. Worthless. Cowardly.
I hate that you made me feel that I meant absolutely nothing to this world and that anyone who saw me would assume the same.
I hate that I have to see your face every day without being allowed to tell you what I think. Without being able to tell you what you deserve to hear after turning my own mind into my own living hell.
I hate that you're with her. I'm afraid you destroy her.
I want you to remember what you lost every time you see my face, my hair, even the back of my head.
I want you to remember what I did for you and how you threw it away.
I want you to hurt.
I want you to feel the same pain I've felt for the past three years and try to tell me it's nothing.
You won't be able to.
You'll never understand.
You'll never understand how it feels to walk into a room and believe that every person in that room will see the same things you saw in me.
That I'm worthless; useless; a coward.
So fuck you for invading my thoughts.
Fuck you for the pain.
Fuck you.
I hate you.
And I can't wait to never have to see the face of destruction again.







