Stop the ride; I want to get off.

I've had enough. I'm done.

I hate the way you jerk me around and can't make up your mind.
I hate the way you don't call when you say you will.
I hate the fact that you take time to see other people, but not me.
I hate that you're able to get over everything so damn quickly while I'm left hurting.
I hate how I try to show you that I'm upset and you're not even phased by it.
I hate that you didn't figure shit out when you had the chance.
I hate how you make me feel like this is all my fault.
I hate that I keep running back to you just to find that I was a fool for chasing you.
I hate always having you on my mind.
I hate thinking this could work when you seem to know that it can't.
I hate how you're still thoughtful and caring when I'm upset with you.
I hate your issues with communication.
I hate it when you hesitate.
I hate that you don't seem to care about how I'm dealing with this.
I hate that you can be so nonchalant.
I hate that you figured everything out too late.
I hate that you didn't say anything when you had the chance.
I hate the way that everything is still fine in your life when it feels like I'm falling apart.
I hate that you don't understand how hard this is for me.
I hate how you can laugh it all off.
I hate the suggestion that we can still be close friends.
I hate how you said you still have feelings for me.
I hate hoping that we'll be together.

and you know what the worst part is?
I don't actually hate you at all.