I've come to the realization that any shred of hope I have has been misplaced. Attempting to find hope in an otherwise hopeless situation is something I've had to do many times before, but I can do this no longer. I've reached my end. I loathe you, hate you beyond comprehension, I've spent so long loving you, jumping through hoops, fighting, that I've been blinded. You know those few people who enter your life who you wish you never met? You've become one of those in my book. I wish I never met you, never loved you, never so much as even glanced in your direction. Leave me be, let me pick up whatever pieces of my life I can still salvage before I lose myself to oblivion. Each day my own end gets closer, a bitter taste in my mouth, blood? My health is gone, my drive diminished, my heart no longer existent. I am broken, and for this, I hate you.