I can’t believe I let this happen to me again.
I can’t believe at this age, and after EVERY thing I have gone through, I am still so stupid.
I hate having a heart that emotionally connects to you.
I hate feeling concern and tenderness, I wish I was a sociopath.
I hate not knowing where I stand with you.
I hate myself for not giving up on this.
I hate that I care this much and I can’t just turn it off.
Our picture is getting fuzzy and the light is fading.
I hate that we aren’t on the same page, and probably never will be.
I hate that writing that sentence makes me cry.
I hate missing you more then you miss me.