Every time i see you I just wanna die on the spot because I love the way you hurt me and I love the way you broke me even though I probably shouldn't but I also hate it and the way it kills, I wish I could hate you....
Is that justification for this feeling?
why am I punishing myself for caring? Our friendship is dying/ dead anyways, not that I think that can be changed now, it's probably my fault anyway but I don't see how.
I wish I could take it all back but I can't because I don't regret anything.
I never learn....
