Hate.

I hate you.
I hate how you ignore me.
I hate how you never ask how I am.
I hate how you show no interest in me.
I hate how you say you love me but never show it.
I hate how you talk to me about other girls.
I hate how you made jokes about me being an 'emo' when you saw a scar on my wrist a year ago.
I hate how you never tell me anything important.
I hate how you never open up to me.
I hate how you go on and on about things you know I don't really care about.
I hate how I sit and listen and try to show an interest.
I hate how you complain about having no money when your parents pay for your food, and you go to gigs and buy nice things, while I pay for everything myself and have to starve myself because I have no money.
I hate how you never start a conversation.
I hate how I can never tell you any of this without feeling guilty, hating myself and apologizing.
I hate how you never compliment me.
I hate how you didn't show any concern when you saw fresh cuts.
I hate how you never seem to want to visit me.
I hate how I could never let you go.
I hate that I'm still in a relationship with you, when I'm just destroying myself because of things you do and don't do.
Why do I love you so?
It's killing me, yet I can't stop.
You're my life.
I think of you, every waking second.
I think of you fondly.
I hate how in love with you I am.
I hate myself for hating you.