I don't know how I feel about you, but I know I feel about you.
I also know that I hate the fact that I feel about you. Because I shouldn't, I mustn't.
You have someone else. and I hate that I'm trying to do something about those feelings, because I know it's not okay, I know I'm supposed to keep them to myself. But you're just so cute and lovely and ughhhh!
You're so beautiful and adorable when you're rumbling about things that excite you, or that you're passionate about.
And I don't know how to deal with those feelings, or what to do.
And I'm sick of breaking down in tears because my emotions are too strong to handle. I hate that I'm selfish and that I don't care that you have someone else.
It's bad, really bad. Yet I don't care.
Who have I become?! I don't even recognise myself.
I also hate you.
For making me become that person, making me feel those feelings.
And mostly, I hate that I hate.
