I meant what I said when I said I was happy for you. I honestly did. Part of me still wants you to be happy, no matter what form that happiness is.

Today is the first day that I've believed that you led me on.

It's the first day that I believe that you lied to me.

I'm not an idiot and I'm not going to say you didn't mean everything you said to me.

I still think part of what we had was real.

I just hate you for how you done everything.

I hate the way you treated me like shit.

I hate the way you told me all these things and then just didn't do anything.

I hate that I meant every word I ever said, and they fell on deaf ears.

I hate this entire situation because everyone told me that this was going to happen. I told them it wouldn't. I told them you weren't like that. I just hate that I had to make myself believe that you weren't. I hate the way I was wrong.

I hate the way that this was harder for me than it was for you.

I just hate all of this.