HATE

I hate the fact that you want to spend some time to watch the sunrise and sunset with me when you can watch it all by yourself.

I hate it that I'm being overly paranoid looking for stuffs that are not there just so I can put you in a bad light.

I hate it when I told you I missed you and you just said good night. Good night? Seriously?

I hate myself for expecting you to stay up as late as I do.

I hate myself for ignoring you when you said sorry.

I hate it that you don't want to talk to me.

And I'm hating my schedule for mocking our plans!

So yes. Maybe some things are not just meant to be. AND AS ALWAYS this, you, are one of them.