If I got to be honest, I hate you. I hate how you take things. Yeah, I know you tried to be good. I appreciate them. But that doesn't justify the bad things you did. I couldn't say this before because I still held into my feelings. I tried to believe, just like you did. But we were never on the same page. Our views on things are different. But I tried to understand, and I believe you didn't. You only expected me to change while I tried to change. I know I should be the one to have the effort. But what is it if it is never enough? I'm tired. And now, I can finally tell that I hate you.