I hate him, so damn much! I hate him for leaving me alone in Mexico. I hate him for keeping me hanging and for writing that stupid letter. He didn’t even bother to ask me what the hell I wanted! He just concluded things so easily. He simply gave up, lets go and left me with some other guy! And now that I’m starting to accept the fact that he will never come back to me and to go on with my life without him, that’s the time he decided to show up! That stupid, idiot, arrogant, good for nothing playboy came back! Worst part was, the feelings I suppressed were starting to resurface again. This can’t be happening. Is this some kind of a sick joke? It can’t be! I have to convince myself that that Playboy is nothing but trouble. He will just hurt me and leave me again. For that I… MUST HATE THE PLAYBOY!