I can’t even hate you. I really really really want to fucking hate you but I can’t. I saw you at hoco with your gf, you two didn’t seem super happy but whatever. You wore the same suit you wore to hoco with me. Your tie matched my old dress. I don’t miss you. But I can’t hate you and I hate myself even more for that. I tried to end my life because of you. Because of what you’d said and asked from me. I played along because I was scared you would hurt me or hurt yourself. I wish I never met you in 7th grade science class. I wish you never sat by me at lunch, I wish we never fucking met.

But I still can’t hate you.