Reverse Bittering

I’ve been MIA in the blogverse for more than a month and my emotions are in the state of supernova. A month of not writing about what I’m feeling is very hard that it unleashes my alter-ego. I felt like I was deprived of saying anything and as usual the i’m-not-in-the-position-to-say-anything dominated me. But I’m so over that phase. I’m keeping it real.

You are arrogant. The way you talk makes everybody roll their eyes with incredulity, leaving them unimpressed. I hate the way you dress. You are, without a doubt, a bad dresser. It irritates me so much that I do not want to see anybody who dresses up like you. It annoys me. Really. You need to know that you are lazy. I hate the fact that you depend on me and everybody else about almost everything. And I don’t need to go on the details because you know this very well. You are selfish. I hate that you think about yourself and not mind about how I feel. You are pathetic, a user, an emotional wreck. In other words, you are so gago. You need to know that I detest your reasoning about life and how things are unfair for you when in fact things are unfair for me because of the things you do. I hate everything that reminds me about you. What used to be our “happy place” suddenly became a cemetery of lost promises and broken vows. I hate the songs that remind me of you. Or even the commercials, the movies and restaurants we’ve been to. I just hate everything that has you in it.

These are the things I hate about you.

I hate that I was able to accept everything that I hate about you. I hate that I learned to embrace every bit of everything I dislike about you.

But what I hate most is the fact that I still can’t stop thinking about you.