I still miss him. I really hate that.
Is there no beginning to your good taste?
Thinking isn’t your strong point, is it?
I’m busy now; can I ignore you some other time?
Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental
You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.
I could name a thousand reasons why I hate you, but I could name a million reasons why I love you.
I don’t hate you for not loving me anymore, but I hate myself for still loving you.
I love you hurts more than I hate you when I know I can’t have you.
It is better to be with no one than to be with the wrong one.