More hatred.

I hate the way you're not connected, even after almost two years of waiting.
I hate the way you don't call when I expect you to.
I hate the way you never talk about tomorrow, next week, next month, next year.
I hate the way you make me feel idiotic and silly for rambling nonsensical about rings, flowers, islands in our kitchen, floor to ceiling bookshelves in our living room, and what color I would wear on our day.
But what I hate the most
is myself
for even hating all these petty unreasonable things.

IT'S MAKING ME SO MAD!!!!!!!#@!#!@#!!
*le sigh*