#ihatehim
I hate that I don't hate you. I hate that I miss you. I hate how you fill my head. I hate that all I want is to lie on the phone with you just to know you're with me. I hate that I want us back. I hate that I'm not mad. I hate that you hurt me, and I am so ready to forgive. I hate that I love you so much when there's a chance you never did. I hate that I care so much. I hate the way you smile, and it instantly brings joy into my life. I hate how your eyes are so captivating and the way I always get stuck. I hate that I don't hate you, but I'm so glad that I got to experience an "us."
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 1:51 PM UTC
You drunkenly texted me regarding how I'm supposedly "Really pretty"
and how you can "only imagine how much prettier I've gotten" since you last saw me
Well, what makes you think time increases beauty?
Especially when I had none to begin with?
Well, alright yes
My beauty has multiplied by exactly 85 times as much as it used to be
0 times 85 is still zero though
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC
I as much as I hate to admit it, I honestly love him more than the sun.
Although...
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I absolutely despise the sun with fiery loathing...
So I suppose that leaves him in the "I really hate you" slot...
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
You will never ever find out
I wore long sleeves
For a while
For a reason
A very twisted
And ****** reason
You will never find out
That I starved myself
For 5 years
Because I
Was never enough
For myself
You will never find out
***I tried to **** myself
At the age of 11***
Because
Girls
Can be mean and
Bullying
Eventually
Gets the better of you
And when they hate you
Pretty soon
You hate yourself too
You will never find out
I wore black
For a long time
To reflect my inner depression
But I was depressed
Long before that
For years
You will never find out
I may or may not
Have dysmorphia
I really don't think so
But my mother gets more
And more worried
Everyday
When I mutter to myself
Just out of habit
How hideous and worthless I am
When I turn out the lights
In the bathroom
When I am not wearing make up
So I do not burst into tears
Because of the shame I feel
Of my ugly, ugly face
But it's real
The mirror shows me the truth
A disease of the mind
Is not distorting
My vision
Of myself
You will never find out
How broken I was
For a very long time
And I am glad
Because you couldn't have handled it anyway.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC