“I don't hate you.. I just don't like that you exist”

“No, I am not bitter, I am not hateful, and I am not unforgiving. I just don't like you.”

“You don't believe in love, do you?" - "I think it exists. I just don't think it will ever exist for me.”

“I don't understand my feelings. I really don't. I don't understand how I could hate you so much after so much time. How, no matter how much I'd like to not hate you, I hate you even more. It grows.”

“I can't think again. Not ever again. I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that.”

“Because hate's just the flip side of love. Like heads and tails on a dime. If you don't know what it feels like to love someone, how would you know what hate is? One can't exist without the other.”