I hate that person so much I don't want to touch anything that might possibly remind me of him. And I'm pissed because everything indirectly reminds me of his existence somehow. I'm pissed because even new people I meet remind me of him. The way I behave around those people reminds me of him too.
I'm pissed because sometimes, I still want to know how he's been doing.
I wish he dies....just kidding.