Because at the end of the fucking day, Tom, the “demon on again, off again ex-boyfriend with anger management problems” is me. He is me when I was in middle school and early high school, and I hate it.

Sure it was great on the football field, but God did my anger make it hard enough to even keep a relationship, and thank Christ my dad was principal or else I would have been suspended so many times.

And the girl I dated on and off, that I really tried my damndest to be with, couldn’t handle it. She was perfect too, same hobbies, killer bod (which was ridiculous in high school). On top of that, She ended up dating every single one of my friends, as if mocking me.

So yea, I hate Tom, because I hate myself (or at least my younger self).