I don't hate you. I hate
what I do to you. I hate how I've screwed up your life, but I
still want to talk to you. I hate how I want to speak to you. And
you don't want to speak to me. I hate how you've finally
relaized what a screw up I am and now I've realuzed what I
screw up I am. So no, I don't hate you. I hate
me.
