i saw how it was with us. we both did. and were both silent. cause we both knew.
it is weird that the year is overlapping. the days seem so short looking in the past. i should of said something a while ago and now it is killing me that i havent. the fact that you hugged me and you were secretly trying to steal him away while i was making plans with you to come visit me at school. it was going on and i kept telling myself that it was nothing. and now months later i see that it probably meant something and it was my doing. i hate how her name is always brought up. i hate how casual everything is. i hate talking to You about things it is just awkward, sorry. i hate feeling i am not desired. i hate when people complain. i hate when people i wait on dont talk loud enough. i hate how i get the attention from people that i dont want attention from. i hate coming home to a quiet house. i hate thinking that i might be a fool. i hate when people talk about me. i hate being poor. i really hate all the things that make me cry. sometimes it is the best feeling but when crying comes from disappointment it is the worst. i hate that i live my life with creativity with no...meaningful content.