It's my fault for letting myself think things would actually work out. I hate myself for feeling what I do for someone who can't even give me a second thought. The amount of times I tried and you just didn't care. I feel so stupid because I should have known it was never anything but just some joke to you. I hate you, but I hate me more for being such a pathetic mess. I wish I could forget you, forget my feelings for you, forget everything about you. I hate feeling like such a pathetic heap of nothing.
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