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Someone told me I changed.  That I'm a totally different person these days.  That I'm a lot nicer now.  That I've opened up.  That it's a good thing. And asked what made me change.
Because I made you a promise.

And I told you I would change.  And now that I hate you I don't know what to do.  I want this hate.  I want you to suffer.  I want you to fail at everything you do. I want you to see how full of shit you are. And how everything you have and everything you have accomplished means nothing.  I want you to feel empty inside and I want you to feel alone.

You smiled today and you said my name.  You asked to take a picture with me.  You sat with me. You hugged me...

And its all shit!  Fuck you! Who gives you the right?! To come back to be nice to show affection. To act like it's all ok.  Like we can be friends again like you didn't screw me over.  Fuck that guilt you have inside you. I don't want you in my life. I want you to hate me.  I want you to stop like I have.  It's not fair!!! 

I dont't want this!  I want you gone.  I can't be this way.

Someone told me I changed?

No not yet. Today I enjoyed the hug.