fiurnequgwn

I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you.
I keep telling myself that, but unfortunately that's not true, nor could it ever be. I honestly wish you would die. Not because I hate you, but because it would easier to miss you then. Seeing you all the time makes it impossible to get over you. And the fact that you won't even acknowledge my existence doesn't make it any easier. BRB, suicide.