Ode to Medea

At long last, I am finally able to articulate this seemingly irrational hate for all things her. It took me running into her annoying high school friend on campus that I was able to envision this inner tension. I hate that I gave so much, and you acknowledged it so little. I know I shouldn't be bitter, and I'm not. Or at least, I try not to be. But some moments, I get so caught up in myself, that I fall back into old habits.