I hate myself for constantly saying im not gonna give you a second chance, but then not doing anything when you make me feel like shit. 
I hate you for being selfish, and making me feel insignificant.
I hate being so attatched to you that you’re capable of making me feel insignificant. 
I hate that i’ve finally found the guts to say stuff like this to your face, and it doesnt even phase you. I’ve waited so long to find those guts, just to realize they’re completely useless. 
I hate that we’ve grown up. 
I hate that the more we grow up, the less we like eachother. 
I hate when you say you’ll make things up to me by treating me to a nice dinner. I’m not that shallow, and fancy things are the last things that make me happy. 
I hate that you haven’t figured that out about me yet. 
I hate that you won’t take me to parties or friend gatherings because of my personality flaws. 
I hate that you even think i have personality flaws.
I hate that i have to write all this on tumblr just to feel better about myself, and pretend that someone will listen since you dont.