What. The. Fuck.

Now I miss you.
And again I shouldn't, but I do.
You lied, but I don't care.
I'm weak. I'll completely look past lies, past terrible things they said they wouldn't do and forgive them and want them back.
Now I miss someone else.
Why can't I have you back?
I wanna cry.
Fuck the past. I just want you. But I'll never have you. You'll barely be a friend to me now.
Fuck you all. I hate so many people.
But I also love a lot of people.
Why can't the people I love see this and love me back?
They never will and I never will be brave enough to tell them this.










Sometimes I really don't like being me.