You are the third I start to hate.

I don't even know why or how, I simply hate you.

The other two I don't really hate anymore.

I stoped hating on them after I forgot their names.

And this won't have an end, unless I stop allowing guys like you into my life.

You, whose name I can barely remember as I write this.

I remember the one before the three of you, though.

I remember him.

So don't blame me for this hate letter.

Blame him.

I destinate this letter to you, because I promised I would stop writing to him, 

if I'm not brave enough to address it.

Which makes me hate you even more.

I hate how I use you to distract me from hating him.

I hate how I can't hate him.

I hate how I hate everyone but him.

I hate everyone who isn't the only one I should hate.

I hate you because you aren't him.