Hate.

I hate you. I hate that you're actually pretty no matter how ugly your personality is. I hate that your life isn't worse without me. I hate that you think you're better than me. I hate that sometimes I feel like you are. I hate that we were ever friends. I hate that were not. I hate that you seem happy. I hate your fake voice. I hate that you still have friends even though I know they're all pretending. I hate how I feel like I don't hate you, but that I hate that you don't miss me.