This is not a poem, dammit

I hate feeling like I'm obliged to tell you everything.
I hate it when I regret telling you everything.
I hate it when you don't react how I want you to.
But then again, I can't control how you react though how I wish I could.

I hate myself for being such a big mouth.
I hate myself for not being able to control my emotions.
I hate the fact that I can be really high one second, and really bummed the next.
I hate the fact that how the little little things can change my mood just like that.

I hate letting myself cry.
I hate not being able to stop the tears from flowing.
I hate that I can't tell you how I feel.
I hate how today ended.

I was a good day.
No, it was great.
It was.
It really was.