I hate it when I'm dragged into your issues.
I hate you for making me the middleman between you.
I hate you for laughing at me when I'm being serious.
I hate you for rubbing into my face of what I don't have.
I hate you for turning things around and making yourself sound like the victim.
I hate having to ask you.
I hate myself for the way I deal with problems. Which is by not dealing with it at all.
I hate myself for resorting to temporary highs to get over it.
I hate myself for not feeling.
And lastly,
I hate that I have so many things to hate.
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