I hate this. I hate what I'm doing. I also hate that you're about to read this, you leech. I'm not much of a poet so I'm sorry to disappoint you but you're not getting a fancy poem from me. But...hopefully you read what I have to say because I'm not saying this shit again, ever.

Let me just say...I hate you so damn much.

I hate every single thing that's tied together between us.

Your crimson eyes fill mine with a fiery passion.

Your fancy dress just makes me want to vomit with rage every time I see it.

Your pigtails makes you look like...a rabbit, rabbit!

Why the hell do I even call you a rabbit? You're a freaking vampire!

You tasted my blood and it's the only blood that you've tasted since.

Did I ask you to save my life? No! But you did it anyway?

Why not leave me to die so I can live peacefully in the afterlife?

This life is just a living hell, anyway.

You always talk so cryptically. Can't you ever give a straight answer?

I hate this. I really, really hate this.

You treated me like shit while I was training to control my right hand.

As a matter of fact, you watched me grow into an adult...almost like a mom.

Damn it! I'm getting so sappy that I hate this!

I hate how you always are so cool about everything even with the simplest of action lines!

I hate how you always find a way to make me speechless, how you always manage to shut me up and it's not so easy to do that to a guy like me!

Your tea...I hate it as well! Why does it taste so good from that time you shoved it down my throat? I kept asking for more!

The way you move. It has no hesitation in it. How come you always have that stoic expression on even in the most dangerous of times? It looks like nothing can phase you!

I hate you, rabbit. I hate you. I hate how you always make me like you for a while. I hate how you always manage to steer me on the right path.

I also hate how much you saved my ass from back then that I've lost count!

I hate how you're the coolest girl that I've ever met.

I hate how you're always such a badass in the right moments.

I hate how you make me smile every time you show up my enemies.

I hate how I sigh in relief every time I'm in such a bad situation and you're there.

I also really hate that I think of you as my best friend.

I hate that we're best friends. Why can't we live normal lives?

I hate that we can't but I know that people like us aren't cut out for the quiet life anyway.

I hate that I can't erase these hateful longings I have for you.

I hate that I feel something more for you.

I hate how you make me say in this letter...that I love you.

I hate the fact that I can't say it to your face like a man.

I hate the fact that I have to write down that I love you on this paper with my shaky hand.

I am writing down every ounce of hatred I have for you and how I hate to tell you in a letter that I love you for the bitch you are.

Believe me, I couldn't believe it, either. But you're the one to blame.

Yeah, that's right. I blame you for being the only one who has ever been there for me.

I blame you for being the one who I owe my life to.

I blame you for how close we became.

I blame you for the times we smiled as we kicked ass together.

That's it. I'm all out of hate. I'm all out of things to blame you for. I'm all out of things to bitch to you about that I don't like about you.

Instead, I'm only full of fondness and sappy feelings for you.

So now...I leave this letter in your mailbox to read.

Now...as you reach the end of this letter, let me ask you a question:

Do you hate me for confessing to you in a shitty letter like this?