I hate having been born at the same time as her. I hate being alive when she is alive as well. I hate her existing at the same time that I am. I hate the idea of her existing and being who she is when I am alive too, and being so out of reach but so close to so many other people at the same time. Why did I have to meet her, why did I have to exist, why did she have to exist at the same time as me?