I hate seeing him with other girls.
I hate seeing him make other girls laugh.
I hate seeing I can easily be replaced.
I hate knowing that he will replace me.
I hate this feeling.
I hate the way the world works.
I hate her but I know that's wrong.
I hate him! But I love him still.
I hate this confusion.
Why can't he see I'm still hurting from what he did to me?
Why can he see I still love him.
Why can't he see I'm jealous.
Why do I hate this so much?
Why am I even crying over this?!
Why doesn't he see I'm breaking down?Why do I love him so much that it makes me hate everyone he talks to?
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Book-Of-Whatever
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