I trusted you. I hate that i put so much trust into you. You knew what i wanted: a nice house, a family, a partner that adores me the way i adore them, to serve you. i wanted this even though you didn't want it but you convinced me you were mature enough to handle it, i didn't have to look further, i could stop looking. So many broken and empty promises. i can't understand how those words could escape you and you didn't mean them at all. or maybe you thought you could mean it eventually which proves to me we were incompatible from the start, which angers me more. you weren't honest with me about who you are or what you stand for, you didn't give me a choice to decided if this is worth the struggle. why the F did you waste my time ARGGGGG, i hate myself so much for letting myself love you when i didn't trust you. for knowing you were a idiot that would never understand me because you act like a barbarian. i hate myself for thinking i'm that smart to try to elevate your thinking so you could understand me. i hate you for making me believe in your tears the first time i broke up with you, making me believe you knew something about us i didn't, making me doubt myself and what i knew to be true about you. I hate you for humiliating me at work, I hate when you act all calm and logical after you've made me angry and psycho and say why are you getting so angry you have no self control ARGGGGG. Making me isolated in my own skin, making me become distant with my friends because you were so needy, "I CAN'T BE THE ONLY SOURCE OF YOUR HAPPINESS, I'M ONLY HUMAN I'M GOING TO DISAPPOINT YOU." i hate that i wasted my time when i knew this didn't work.