I hate when I begin to read teen books. I hate Sundays. I hate how I feel completely helpless. I hate how I still feel for you and miss you. I hate how I don't have anyone anymore. I hate how I'm not prepared for College. I hate this new house. I hate how you don't want a boyfriend. I hate how I fake my happiness. I hate how that is normal. It is weird how everything seems to be going so right, but upon closer inspection, i would rather be in Hell. Nothing makes sense to me anymore to be frank. I honestly feel as though you stole part of my life and I can't get it back. I can't trust anyone. I can't help anyone anymore. I can't even be happy because NO matter my efforts of getting you out of my life, someone brings you back in. I hate what you have done to me, and no one understands. Or, at least, that is how I feel. The worst part is that you even knew how badly I had trust issues and yet you still lied to me about everything. You are like a virus.