I’d rather hate him than eat or sleep.
I’d rather hate him than pretend like how he treated me was just a big misunderstanding that just so happened to destroy me.
I’d rather hate him than love somebody else.
I’d rather hate him and feel strong than cry over a shit therapist like him who would disrespect me like he did.
I’d rather hate him than love him because I tried loving him and he blindsided me and crushed my soul.