I don't hate you anymore. I probably never really did. In fact I still love you and part of me probably always will. I'm just disappointed that you chose to emotionally abuse me out of your frustration with life and because you didn't know how to tell me that you didn't wanna be with me anymore. I didn't deserve that treatment and I have wounds and cuts deep in my soul that are too painful to cry about. Abusing someone who only cared about you and loved you like crazy wasn't the way to handle things. You should have been mature enough to just be honest with me. I don't even think I'm angry either. I'm just disappointed that you chose to fuck up another human being. What did you gain from abusing me? Nothing I guess. But I don't hate you...