I hope you’re miserable until you’re dead. I gave you so many chances and you fucked up every single one of them and now that we argued one time you are ready to give me up and not even consider giving me a chance. Fuck you for making my life miserable, fuck you for sticking around and not letting me entirely move, fuck you for manipulating me into giving you second and third chances and fourth and fifth and 160th chances because you promised me you’d change and fuck you for breaking each of those promises a week after you had made them. Fuck you for not putting in the effort, fuck you for not telling me what you wanted and for making me feel like shit when you finally told me and blamed me for not loving you enough when I didn’t even know how you felt. fuck you for spreading rumours about me and for making me seem like the psychotic ex and fuck you for not taking me seriously when I told you I didn’t want to do this anymore. you are so toxic to me. your presence, the way you speak to me, the way you make me feel, the way you run away when it gets too much is so so toxic and I hate you for it all. I hate you for making me believe that you’d change and for making me believe that we could give everything another shot. I hate you so so much and what’s even worse is that I hate myself for not being able to let you go or for not being able to stay mad at you and for forgiving you every. single. time. I hate you and you made me hate me too.
I hate u for making me hate me