“I hate how we never get out chance to see how things could've turned out. I hate how I know I'm not over you yet I pretend to be.”
“How does fear become so powerful? We can’t see it. We can’t touch it, yet it gets its claws in us and begins to control us. Sigh. I hate feeling afraid, and I hate, hate, HATE feeling out of control.”
“I hate hiding how much the stupid things he did hurt me, but I hated the idea of him finding out even more.”
“I hate this, I want this to stop, how are we supposed to live with this, and how am I supposed to walk away? You’re real and I hate you for it.”
“How nice it would be to be dead if only we could know we were dead. That is what I hate, the not being able to turn round in the grave and to say It is over.”
“I definitely like the mystery of not knowing how things will turn out, you know.”