I hate every second that I've wasted on you. I hate your dumb face and your dumb grammatical errors and your dumb everything. I hate that I thought you were different, and I hate that you're not. I hate that all these songs remind me of you. I hate looking at myself and wondering, "why me?" I hate that that I wasn't the only one on your mind at night. I hate that our story isn't special because it wasn't your only one. I hate that you suck. I hate that I cared for no reason. I hate that I still think of you. I hate that you probably never think of me. I hate that you live so far, so even if things did work out, then it wouldn't have mattered anyways. I hate that I'm not grateful you live far, so I don't have to see you often. I hate the thought that when I go out there's a chance I might see you. I hate thinking that the places that I've gone, you've gone, too. I hate that I love that night so much, and you make me wish it never happened. I hate that I added you on facebook or replied to your message or your wall post. I hate that you made me feel good. I hate that you don't rememeber anything. I hate that I have so many feelings for someone I've barely spoken a word aloud to or touched or seen. I hate everything I thought we had and what we might have had. I hate every ounce of you. I hate you.