unf… so perfect.
I hate how you and I aren’t as close as we used to be, and I hate that she’s the reason why. I hate how the only time you talk to me is to complain about her, then to tell me you got back together with her again the next day. I hate how you then don’t talk to me until there’s a problem again. I hate how I have to hear about how cute the two of you are all the time, because I know the real truth and I hate that too. I hate that I can’t even look at you anymore. I hate knowing that you can do so much better. And I hate that I still think about you enough to try convince myself that I hate you. Most of all, I hate that I really don’t hate you.