He hates me. He hates me for something he asked for and wanted practically begged me for.
He hates me because he felt I was purposely being deceitful to him. I can’t help I felt how I did. I can’t help that I began to care for him. That he began to care for me. He hates me for all the things I can’t be to him that he wants me to be. I’m everything he hates and all I wanted to do was try to love him but what I had to offer wasn’t good enough. He just wanted more and more like an empty void trying to suck me in. He hates me…and it’s his choice.
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