“I hate April 24.
I hate everything that reminds me of you.
Like fucking rainy weather,
And messy sheets.
I hate going to the gym.
I hate eating healthy.
I hate all our pictures
And the fact that I still sleep in your t-shirts.
I hate that I have no reason to check my phone.
I hate that no one cares if I got home safe.
I hate country music. And EDM music. Fuck it I hate every fucking song I have ever heard with you.
I hate that’ll your hair is still in my brush.
I hate counting money.
I hate the smell of your perfume.
I hate the beach, Disneyland, school, softball, my bed.
I hate every place we have ever been and everywhere we planned to go because I taste you there like blood in my mouth and it feels like my ribcage has shattered and my heart has flown off with all the gilded butterflies and has left it
So empty but filling it up with hate just to push out all the love I ever had for you. I hate that I loved you.
And I hate that I still do.”