i hate him for changing. i hate him for only calling me and asking me over when he's been drinking. i hate him for lying. i hate him for making me cry. i hate him for stealing my heart, then breaking it. i hate him for building my self-esteem, then tearing it right back down. i hate him for taking advantage of me and not caring. i hate him for not wanting to talk about what has happened. but most of all, i hate the fact that i can't hate him. no matter what he says, what he does, how many times he makes me cry... i don't really hate him at all.
i really don't.
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