Our problems.

I was right.

Why did I have to be right. I want to be wrong. I don't want to be alone. Tell me she doesn't hate me. Tell me she won't leave me. I never wanted to be right. I wish I was wrong.

I want to be wrong.

I can never touch her again. She hates me. I'm nothing. I'm sorry for everything I've done. I deserve the pit of despair that is my world. This. Is. My. Punishment.

She's mad at me and I know it. She hates me and I can tell. I'll never know love except for her. She's my universe. She's my everything. I can't live without her. It hurts knowing that I'm not wanted by the one thing I want the most.

I can only hope that she doesn't leave me for someone better. Someone...she actually likes. Someone that's not me.