I hate you. I just want to scream how much I hate you.
I hate you because you don’t want to be with me. But, that is just the beginning.
I hate your adorable smile. I hate how terribly attractive you are.
I hate you for playing footsie with me under the dinner table tonight while you were sitting right next to your mom. I hate you for sending your roommate with your mom to the bathroom, then you pulled me in for a hug. I hate you for getting out of your car when you dropped me off at mine. I hate you for kissing me whenever you feel like it. I hate you for inviting me to do anything with you and your mom this weekend. I hate you for talking about other girls in front of me. I hate you for calling me hot at dinner. I hate you for saying twice tonight that you love me (obviously with a friendly connotation). I hate how cocky you can be sometimes. I hate how wonderful you think you are because you think you’re a “gentleman.”
Guess what, a gentleman wouldn’t do this to a girl. A gentleman would respect her heart. A gentleman wouldn’t torture a girl like this.
I feel a total blow out coming on. I need to distance myself now or I’m going to lose my shit on you. It’s gonna be like last time, only worse.
Ps. I don’t really hate you, I don’t hate anyone really. I just really hate this.