Have you ever been so in love, that's it's no longer love, but pure hatred.
I hate you, with such a passion.
Most days, I wish you were never apart of my life. I wish I'd never met you and I hope to God that it all just a stupid dream.
But it's not and it makes me sick.
It makes me sick to think that after everything, I went back. I was completely in love with you, yet, I hated you. I knew who I was becoming and I didn't want to be that person.
But I am. Needy, lonely and unsettling.
If I could go back and change everything, I would.
You said you didn't want to miss me, don't. I'm not your problem, I'm not your unreliable travesty.
Just stop caring.
