The thought of you brings disgust. This is what you wanted, isn't it? I hate that I still want you. Your heart is full of darkness. I was just an accessory to you. I'm so angry and upset with this, no matter how much time passes. I'm allowed to feel this way, you made me feel this way. I have so many things to say to you, so many things to ask, so many things to mention, but you're just so annoyingly stubborn, I can't stand you anymore.