The release.

I fucking hate you so much.

I'm trying really hard not too. But this is hate. It's swelling from my heart.

And I can't even look at you. The more I think of you the more I think of how you made me feel.

Hate.

And the more I realize just how much you're affected me the angrier I get.
I don't know if it's more towards you, or me.

Hate.

And I'm furious that you were even able to affect me at all.

Hate.

So I hope this reaches you tonight. I hope you feel it in your sleep and that you dream of me.


I hope you wake up screaming.