I knew I was being used. I hated it...yet I loved it. I hate him. I love him. I hate what he has done to me...yet I can't get anough of it. I want him to love me, like I love him. I want him to hate me, like I hate him.

How did it get to be like this, this loving and hating? When wil it end? I don't know. When did it start? I may never know.