Argh

Her kommer dagens lille lash-out (på engelsk, fordi jeg ofte tenker på engelsk, spesielt når jeg er sinna, som nå):

I hate how he always has to be so damn condecending.
I hate how every time we talk we have to get into discussions, and how he always makes me feel small and unexperienced, and as though he is the one holding all the answers.
I hate how he puts himself above other people in every situation in order to make himself appear more important.
I hate how we can (almost) never have a real conversation as two friends should be able to.
I hate that he expects to always have the last word.
I hate how he thinks he knows it all so much better than me.
I hate how he likes to play games with me, how he's always trying to win me over.
I hate that he can't see how he's only pushing me away, rather than bringing me closer to him. Because we both know that that's what he really wants.
I hate him for not respecting me enough to see what he's doing to me.
But most of all I hate myself for caring as much as I do.
About him.
About us.
About our past.
About the future.