I hate you. And I am so fucking happy that I do. We used to sit and listen to your favorite song for hours on end. "Wolf in sheeps clothing" that's what it was. I told you I'd be there, and love you, and care for you like no one had before. I find it so strange that you turned out to be the wolf draped in sheeps clothing. I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY I HATE YOU, because without hating you, I hate myself for the damages you caused.