I hate all this.
I hate how I had to leave
I hate how I left you guys alone
I hate how I can talk to you guys
I hate all this guilt I feel
I hate how how it is to talk about it
I hate what you guys are going through
I hate how I feel like I can't do anything
I hate how all I can do is cry
I hate how I'm crying
I hate the fact that I don't know how you are
I hate how I can't tell you how much I miss you
I hate how I can't talk to you
I hate how I can't see you
I hate this
I hate it
I hate it
I
Hate
It
YOU ARE READING
Thoughtless
Short StoryShort stories that I'm writing at night when I should be sleeping, just thoughts, some as short as one sentence. Some sad, some happy, scared, ect. So, enjoy my fellow insomniacs
