As great as life is right now- as happy as I am- I return to waht has happened, and I get upset all over again. Becasue he has yet to apologize. Because I feel like I've lost her. And for what? Becasue I got hurt, and an argument ensued, I lost my best friend.

I guess sticking up for yourself has consequences- I just didn't know you'd lose a friend.

You know what I hate? I hate it when people think they have me figured out when they don't at all.

I hate it when people think they know what I'm thinking when they have no idea.

I hate it when people complain that their b/f or g/f is so far away when at least they have someone.

I hate it when people say "I'm not going to care anymore" when apparently they never cared in the first place.

I hate it when people say that you never opened up to them, even though you've tried over and over again but couldn't because deep down you knew that their loyalty was not to you. That the person their loyalty was to has hurt you over and over and over again. I hate it when that person acts like I was the one who didn't open up, when THEY were the one who was less than truthful with me on more than one occasion. -and only because I would tell them the truth. Because I was looking out for them. Opening up works both ways!

I hate it when you picture certain people with whom you'll spend the rest of your life with just to find out that apparently it doesn't matter to them if you're a part of THEIRS.

I hate feeling alone. I hate knowing they don't care. I hate always knowing their loyalty was to each other. I hate having to go through this. I hate the fact that the real friends I have left are hundreds of miles away.

I hate the fact that I let her go. I hate the fact that I still dream about her. I hate the fact that I still feel her. I hate the fact that she said, "I Love You." I hate the fact that those words both brought me to life and killed me at the same time.

I hate how people came to me to fix a problem that I didn't cause to begin with. I hate the fact that people acted like they just wanted me to understand and forgive, and talk it out. I hate it that when I did all those things, I got no response. I hate being right about such a horrible predicament.

I hate how someone can think I see them in a way that I don't, and why? Because the other person says so. I hate it that that other person is believed. I hate that that other person can decieve.

I hate the fact that I feel rejected and abandoned by people I felt so close to. I hate the fact that I'm crying right now.

             I hate the fact that only certain people will respond to this post

I hate that no matter what I do- no matter how hard I try- I can't make them understand.

                                         OUT OF THE BLUE