I hate myself.
I hate myself so much for allowing people to have such control over me and my emotions.
I hate that I let my hopes up, that I actually let myself believe that maybe this time things will be different.
I hate myself for never being satisfied.
I hate that I can't ever be content with being alone; but maybe it's not alone that I'm not content with, maybe I'm just not content with the loneliness. Oh, how I hate my undying need to be loyal to people I barely even know, to ensure their happiness.
Maybe something is wrong with me.
I hate myself because no matter what happens I can't bring myself to hate you.
I can't hate you because you ignore me.
I can't hate you because you only acknowledge me when it's convenient for you.
I can't hate you because you make me happy, giddy, sad, mad, depressed, lonely, all at once.
I simply cannot hate you..
because you make me feel.