I Hate

I hate when you believe in something so strongly, when you think nothing will or can ever change it, when you hold on to it for dear life, when all of a sudden you find out that all you have put your faith in is false. It's false and it has been that way for a long time and it will probably always be like that, but you can't change it. And I hate the feeling you get in your stomach when you realize it, a feeling half way between anger and hurt. And I hate the tears that come indefinately. And I hate that I can't even talk about it. Yes, that is what I truly hate. And I hate that almost everyone in the entire world knew about it... except me.