why do i still care?
i say i don't but i really do. and i always will. i want to say i don't care. but i hate him, i hate him so much. i don't hate people, but him, i hate. and because i care enough to hate him, i care. and i hate that i care. i hate that i know if he asked me to fix things, i'd give him a chance to apologize. and i'd probably be friends with him again despite the fact i know how unhealthy it is.
how does one fucking person have so much affect on a life.
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