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#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."
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Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 1:51 PM UTC
Hate
I want to text him right now.
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
Somebody stop me
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
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC
With time comes.... beauty? no, you're just drunk
I as much as I hate to admit it, I honestly love him more than the sun. Although... + + + + + I absolutely despise the sun with fiery loathing... So I suppose that leaves him in the "I really hate you" slot...
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
I love him more than the sun.
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.
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
Secrets I Kept From Him