Resentment

I hate you. Yes, you!

You know I'm talking about you, so stop pretending like we're on such good terms, because you know deep down inside that we are not. You hate me for spoiling all your plans and that I was never supportive of anything you do, and I hate you because you are just a wannabe who wants to fit in with everyone else, you have no concept of time and its association with the strengthening of bonds between people whatsoever.

I hate you.

Period.