It might have taken a month but I finally hate you. I hate you for making me fall in love with you. I hate you for leaving me for someone else. I hate you every single time I make myself throw up because I wasn’t good enough for you. I hate that you put me through this. I hate that you are exactly like all of the rest. I feel used and disgusted. But the hate I feel for you is nothing compared to the hate I feel for myself. I hate myself for letting my guard down.