I hate the ones who said they loved me and never meant it.
I hate the ones who said they loved me, then changed their minds.
I hate the ones that loved me, but never bothered to say anything.
I hate the ones who never considered me an option to love.
I hate people who leave without saying goodbye.
I hate everyone who underestimates me.
I hate those who have misjudged, pigeonholed, written off or otherwise stereotyped me.
I hate being forgotten about.
I hate that I waste energy to actively hate anyone.
I hate thinking I'm a fuckup.
I hate myself for caring what anyone else thinks.
I hate that the one person who may be the polar opposite of all these things might never know how much I value him.
I hate being afraid to love.
Do you hate me?