I hate you.
I hate you so much.
When I wake up every morning, I think back on the dream I just had of us.
Every night before I fall asleep, I swear to myself that today was the last.
The last day you're constantly on my mind.
The last day I'm daydreaming about you in class.
The last day X+Y no longer equals Z, and nothing makes sense anymore except for you and me.
Everything is about you.
Your hair your laugh your smile.
Your eyes. God your eyes.
Every time I Iook into them, it's like flailing in the deep ocean without anything to hold on to. One look at you, and I'm gone.
I have to stop.
I can't live this way anymore.
Not anymore.
But you're like a drug to me.
