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I hate that I hurt you.

I hate that I disappoint you even though you never tell me your expectations of me...

I hate needing you.

I hate thinking about you.

I hate that I love you.

I hate that I can't stop loving you.

I hate wanting you.

I hate that I hate you.

I hate that I can't talk to you.

I hate that I fear I don't know what will hurt you.

I hate that I have to think about this.

I don't know how to make this go away, and I hate it!

I am trying to work on this so hard and try to be better as a friend.

I am trying not to hate so much but it's something hardwired in my brain.

I am trying but I hate that this is never enough.