Hate this time.

I hate opening my Facebook account and finding suicides notes. 

I hate calling someone and they off their handphone.

I hate when I need somebody to talk and they are not available.

I hate when I can't help my friends.

I hate myself for not being a good friends.

I hate being replaced.

I hate when I had to let go.

I hate when I am so insecure.

I hate myself for not having any best friends.

I hate myself for not giving out the best.

I hate myself for not being strong enough.

I hate this feeling.

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I hate myself more.