The funny thing is, I don’t hate you. And I don’t really hate being with you. Just, I really feel like YOU hate me. Nothing I do is right, and every time we talk is always one time too many. And you can’t tell me you enjoy this relationship anymore, I can tell you don’t. And as much as I want to say “Fuck it” sometimes, I can’t. Because I love you. And I want you to love me again.