I fucking do. I hate you. I hate how you treat me. I hate that you don't care about me. I hate that you literally can't just ask me what's wrong. I don't ever want you to fucking fix it. I just want you to care and listen. But no. You don't even have human decency. Don't care about anything. Like fuck. How can you be like this. Even when I'm at my fucking worst I still ask you what's wrong. I wasn't trying to make it about me. I just wanted you to show you cared. Because guess what. The past three days you couldn't be bothered with anything about me. I fucking hate that you make me feel so fucking awful. I hate that you don't care about me. I fucking hate that you read this and feel nothing. Not even think that you should talk to me about it. I just. I fucking hate that you don't care. I fucking hate that you're like everyone else in my life. I could blatantly say I want to die. And you'll just say okay. Always. Just okay. Not caring about anything. I don't get how everyone is so fucking heartless. And I fucking hate feeling like that. I fucking hate feeling like I'm making anything about me. But fuck. I just wanted you to fucking show you cared enough to ask. But you fucking don't. I fucking hate that you don't feel how I feel about you. I fucking hate that I'm nothing to you. I fucking hate that when I'm hurt I want you. And you don't care at all to have me around. You don't care to talk to me. You don't want to know shit about me. You don't want me to know shit about you. I just don't get why I'm not good enough. Why you don't want me to know you. Why the fuck you don't feel anything for me. I fucking hate it. I fucking hate you.
