i hate...

...the way i miss her
...how she ended it
...the fact that she ended it
...the reason for her ending it
...that she doesnt seem to make an effort to be friends anymore
...the way shes so keen to hang out with him, and posts it everywhere
...that she never showed any sign she was looking forward to seeing me
...the way i blame myself for all of it
...that we only had one day alone
...that we were only together for a week
...how when ever i was with her, i actually felt good about myself
...the way i feel about who i am now shes gone
...how she thinks i hate him, even though i have no reason to
...the way my pillow smells of her
...the fact that that is my last link to her
...how i think she lied about reading my blog
...waking up from my dreams, because she is still in them and it is when i am happiest
...the way i seem to relate every movie, tv show, and song back to her
...how i bought her things, when i didnt have to, and never recieved even a small hug to show she cared


The things i love...


...my friends
...my family
...my music
...her
...everything she is
...everything about her
...the fact you cared enough to read my blog
...how i am learning to hide my pain so no one will notice
...well i guess thats it i suppose

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