the saddest part about hating you is that i used to love you. i remember when i was a little girl and seeing you all dressed up for the new year's party in 2009. i remember when you used to be so much taller than me in your heels. i remember the smell of your perfume. i remember how your makeup looked. i remember the smell of the wine you drank. i use that same perfume now. i use that same makeup now. i drink that same wine now. i remember when everything was wonderful and you never screamed at me. 15 years ago was the last time i really felt like i loved you.