Today I hate you. 

There many days where I want to hate you, but I can’t. Today, though, I do. I hate you. 

I have so many positive things going on in my life. Despite my best efforts today, I cannot get the shameful memories out of my mind this morning. 

To the boy who hurt me for so many years, I hate you; I hate that you still invade my life. It’s been more than 20 years and I still sometimes have difficulty forgetting, accepting, acknowledging, and moving on from what you did to me. I hate you.

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