Contradiction

I hate him. I really hate him. I hate him so much that I will give him a tight slap immediately if I ever see him again. I hate him to the core. I don't understand why I still give a damn about him.

I accidentally found out that he is having problems with his current girlfriend. I realised I was smiling. Inside me, I was laughing. Laughing at his plight. Laughing at him for being a clown in front of his new girl. His childish, immature, act-cute, domineering girlfriend. I am glad I didn't cry for him. He is not worthy of my tears. It was his loss, not mine.

I still feel disgusted when I think about what he used to say to me. Those disgusting professions. Those RUBBISH.

I HATE HIM.