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I fucking hate this. I hate feeling like a chameleon.

I hate that you do the things I really don't want you to do. I hate you are making friends with people I think you should ignore. I hate that you are going behind my back. And I hate that I don't really wanna know what you are doing anyway.

I hate that you won't talk to me. I hate the fact that everybody thinks you're smart, when you aren't. And I hate that I hate you.

I hate that I need to talk to you. I hate that you seem to understand me better than I do.

I hate that you are so worried. I hate that I'm letting you down.

I hate that you find me exciting because of the wrong reasons.

I hate that you don't really care. I hate having to discuss unpleasant things with you. I hate the way you always make things more unpleasant than they need to be. I hate that you never finish the things you have started.

But the thing I hate most of all, is that you are running away
even though you want to stay.

And I hate that I understand why.