I hate it.

I hate why you keep trying to face things alone. I hate that you kept things to yourself. I hate the fact that you are going through this ordeal by yourself and not asking me to come for your aid. I hate the reasons why you wouldn't want me to help and eventually kept yourself away from this world. You mean that, I'm not going to be useful to you to help you?

I'm waiting. I'm still waiting. I'm tired of waiting. But why am I waiting? What am I waiting for?

I've no idea.