I hate him. I hate the way his hair is poofy and bounces when he walks. I hate the way he talks about the most stupidest things. I hate the way he remembers me. I hate everything about him. I hate that I hate some part of me wants to hate him even more than I already do. I hate that I wasn't fully his. I was just someone he saw when he felt alone. I hate the way he was so nice. I hate everything about him. I hate him.
