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I hate it
I hate you
No I don't hate you, how could I? Truth is I love you and that makes me hate my self. To be far I never said I was okay with this. You just said you were happier with out me and I said fine.. But, I'm not fine. I'm anything but fine. I don't know what to tell you. You're not going to change your mind. I guess I just want you to hear me out; I'm not done with you, I still want you, I still want to talk to you, I still want to be your best friend, I still need you and on the 0.000009% chance you change your mind I'll be here. There are so many songs I can't listen to without crying.
I shouldn't even be sad, you left me months ago! I just didn't realise till last week! I have so many friends that are friends with you... And what do I say when I don't wanna go out with them bc you'll be there or how do I explain why you won't come to my party... What am I meant to tell them? What? You know who you are. If you have no idea who I'm talking about then it clearly doesn't involve you. So yeah, when you're ready to talk, talk... I just want my little bird back. I just want you to come with your guitar and tell me everything's okay