I don’t hate you. I wish I did sometimes. I go through periods of loss, anger, self hatred, and keeping busy. But I don’t think I could ever hate you.
I hate your actions. I hate the immature way you handle hurting other people. I hate questioning everything that happened and knowing you just shut down and don’t have to.
What happened the years you were gone? What changed you into this completely apathetic and selfish person?