I have something to say to a certain someone. Someone who I know will read this. Do you want to know what my secret is--even though it isn't much of a secret to the person this is meant for?
I hate you.
I hate you because you're always lying, always pretending everything is okay and just making up excuse after excuse.
I hate you because you can't just suck it up and stop being such a child, trying to make everyone else just as miserable as you.
I hate you because you never seem to do your best anymore, even though you insist time after time that you are.
I hate you because you're pathetic and weak, and you're too terrified to go through with the things you constantly swear you're going to do.
I hate you because you want to think that the entire world is out to get you, and you refuse to attempt to make life a little easier for yourself.
I hate you because you can't stop complaining instead of trying to make things better.
I hate you because you know your smiles and laughs are just illusions to make it seem like you're all right, instead of just giving up and letting everyone know just what exactly is going on in your head.
But most of all? I think I hate what you are because of what name I have to give you; what you will always be called in my mind.