at this point i feel free to say the things i haven't dared to before. by now, you should've realised most of it anyway. it will be easiest if you hate me.

i didn't like the person i became around you. i didn't like the way you made me insult you, constantly. or the way you'd get so offended when i made a joke. i didn't like the way you looked at me, with those beady little eyes of yours. i didn't like the way your mouth sprung wide open every time you laughed, or the way those eyes would roll back as you cackled.

i didn't like the way you would always touch me. i didn't like the way you would assume i was attracted to you. or how you would always walk around in nothing but underwear. i didn't like the way you would be so forceful in how you took care of me, and i hated that you thought you had to.

it was annoying how you would always compare me to other, prettier girls. it was annoying how you would call me every day, even if i had just seen you. the music you listened to would make my skin crawl. it was annoying how you had bad taste, but would always comment on how "bad" mine was.

it was pathetic how you found it unbearable to be alone. the way you would cling to new people was pathetic. the way you would repeatedly talk yourself up was pathetic. it was pathetic how you would get depressed about me seeing other people. it was like you wanted me all to yourself, and you wanted me to know that no one else but you would have me.

like i said, it'll be easiest if you hate me. but not because i care about your feelings, because i hate that you won't let me go