I hate that you consumed so much of life.
I hate that you thought me all about that good music.
I hate all the stupid memories you gave me.
I hate how you were my friend, my best friend.
I hate the way you made me feel.
I hate how you left my heart broken sideways.
I hate how every single time I come to my hometown, my mind wonders off once to think about you.
I hate thinking about you.
I hate how stupid you made me, but most of all I hate
how I made myself write this.