I hate the fact that we don’t talk anymore, I hate the fact that sometimes i have this bit of a hate toward you, I hate the fact that you told me you get hurt every time you see me and how I try not to look at you so you don’t get any, I hate the fact that you believed lies over the truth that I told you, I hate the fact that you took sides over a situation, I hate the fact that you keep saying I have changed, I hate the fact that you think you have changed because of me, I hate the fact that I actually still care.
Thank you for the emptiness, Dear old friend.
Across The Blue Maze • 