7 reasons to hate love

Last reason

Everyone is better than me.
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On every planet, on every continent, in every country, in every state, in every city, in every village, in every school, in every class, everywhere and everytime there will be people who are better than me.

People, you like more, people, who hang out with you a lot, people who attract you.

We've been friends since a long time. Sometimes I liked you more, sometimes less. Wanna know what I realized? When we were not like close friends, I didn't care about you that much. But everytime we got closer friends, I instantly fell for you.

You've never had so much to do with boys. Everytime I didn't care about you, there was nothing. But everytime I loved you, you had a crush on a boy.

I wanna get rid of this damn dumb feeling. I am not supposed to be with you, because you don't like me the way I like you. It's another sort of people you are falling for. But why the fuck do I fall for you so damn often and again and again and again.

Maybe I will never get over you. Maybe I will be my whole life in love with you. But I will never ever in this fucking world be with you because do many people are better than me.

They are more interesting. They are more kind. They are more beautiful. They are more exciting. They are more funny. They are less afraid. They are less rude. They are less annoying. They are less sad. I am unimportant.

I think I can never forget you. We can't be friends because I will constantly crush on you and you will never have feelings for me.

I hope some day I can talk to you without my heart beating really fast. I hope some day you will be luckily in love and I will be happily in love.

I hope you are not like a drug, I am addicted to. Please stop ruin my life. I wanna hate everyone who you like more, but I can't because I want you to be happy. Please be happy but stop influencing my life this way.

I don't wanna love you anymore. But I can't stop. You won't ever love me because so many people are better than me.

Love is pain.
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I wish I could be the best for you. But I don't know how to change into something good for you. I will probably never be good enough.

Sad life.