I hate you, so much I feel so stupid for believing in the dreams only I was dreaming. I hate you because even though I act as if I'm over the hurt and dead feelings you left me with i know that I'm not. I hate that your perfectly ok with losing me. I hate you for lying to me and turning out just like everybody else who lied to me, when I had more faith that you, more than anyone wouldn't lie to me because you knew how it felt. I hate that I don't cry over you, I just keep smoking these damn cigarettes expecting them to make me feel better. I hate you.