I hate that I did that. I hate that I tried to justify her cheating on me, I hate that part of me still wants her, still wants her attention and love and care. I hate that I miss thoseate night convos, I hate that I have no one to love me the way she did. I hate that I'm so alone. I hate that even though I'm there for everyone anytime, people just leave me when I need them most.
I hate that I need his attention so much. I hate feeling like this. Like I'm worthless without someone's attention. I hate that I depend on people so much because I'm always broken in the end. I hate that I can be so happy and then remembering one thing makes me fall apart like my happiness never existed.
I hate that after this, I'm gonna go back to being fine like it never happened. I hate so much that i can't talk to anyone about this. I hate that I want to talk about this.
I wish I didn't exist, I hate that I exist.
