You Hate Me, I Hate You Even More.

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Let me remind you—I am a human, I have feelings too. Don’t treat me like a doll of which you can toss around whenever I am not needed. Don’t fool with my feelings as if I don’t have one, and don’t make me feel as if my existence never really matter. If my existence never matter to any one of you, I thank you. Because whether I matter or not to any of you, I know that being existed to me—is a gift of what I am thankful of. I hate to write this about you—because I love you and I really still do—but if this continue, I am sorry but I have to hate you too.

Don’t make me feel as if I am just a talking doll that no one listens to because no one cares about. I am important, whether you think so or not. My words are just as important as any bitches’ words. I have my mood swings because I am a girl, but don’t make that as an excuse to make me feel like a shit because you don’t have the right to do so. Don’t make me feel like a stupid person who talks and pretend as if I exist, when in your mind, I don’t.

I am not your doll. I am not a doll of what you can throw away once not needed. I am my self, whether you like it or not. Being my self is nothing to you but it means the world to me. Fine, if my words never matter anymore, I’ll stop talking to you but I’ll talk to the rest of the world. You are not important to me too. I still love you, but I am sorry to say that maybe I can’t continue to love you anymore. You matter to me too, but once you make me feel unimportant, I guess you are nothing to me too. Listen to me when I am speaking, but if you are not, I will stop listening to you too. You are nothing on me, just like how I am nothing to you.

Thank you for ruining my day. Thank you for erasing the love I have for you. I love you, but now I can gladly say I hate you. Thank you for making my existence unworthy and makes me believe that I have nothing to live for. Thank you, for giving me a reason to end this life. You are still my priority, but of what I hate. Have a nice life—a life of which you hate me, and to know that I hate you too.