I hate this.
I hate that i'm left trying to justify your actions, as if i'm okay with what you're doing to me.
i hate that part of me thought that you were leaving for good reasons.
i hate that i still believe you.
i hate that you get to live your life with no regrets and fuck whoever you want, drink your pain away, and smoke ur thoughts away,
while i cant stop crying for one night.
i hate that im trying so hard to get you out of my head, and nothing works,
but you snap your fingers and never have to care again.
I hate that you probably never cared at all,
and i hate that i don't believe that.
