It's really hard to want to hate someone but at the same time worry so much about them immensely. Eric never came home, I had waited and waited for him in the guest room, well supposedly his room. I called him multiple times, none stop until he eventually decided he would switch of his phone. Eric was selfish, it wasn't the first time I had to come to realize this. He was just illiberal, mean, narrow-minded, self-seeking. There was just so much I could say about him and the list would be endless. The thought of him aggravated me and the thought of me still caring about his well being...