Sometimes, I hate myself, because I can be such a retard when it comes to you.
I hate that I become attached so quickly, and that it never means the same to you. I hate how I bite my nails in anticipation of a moment that never comes. I hate how I overanalyze EVERYTHING, as if I didn't know better. I hate how I can't get you off my mind.
Mostly, I hate how I act like it doesn't really matter and everything is fine, when it's definitely not.
-s1