I don't know.
I. Don't. Fucking. Know.
I don't fucking know anything anymore.
I know it's gonna happen with me and him.
He loves me.
I love him.
He dates her.
I hate him.
I think that I feel that way, but I know that I do not.
I think I hate him.
I want to hate him.
I feel hate for him.
But I don't hate him.
I can never hate someone I love as much as him.
I can never hate anyone, as much as I use the word hate.
I cannot hate him.
I've sent him my life.
I've sent him my heart.
I've sent him my thoughts.
I've sent him my everything.
With words spoken through the
art of paper and pen, and
drawings. Everything.
I. Gave. Everything.
And I expect nothing.
I need nothing, but only him.
And even that I cannot have.
Never been kissed.
Never felt loved.
Maybe I belong
There up above.
I need to fucking die.
And besides this guy,
another guy has fucked me over.
I dislike when people throw the fucking word "love" around like it's a basketball.
I dislike people who abuse my feelings.
People who abuse my ability to trust.
I dislike people in general.
I'm not antisocial, I just dislike everything about our society nowadays.
I dislike players.
I dislike whores.
I dislike when
they come back for more.
More pain and hurt,
more hate for me.
More fun for them,
to see me bleed.
Goodbye, Otaku.
I don't know if I want to come back anymore.
All I do is complain to you.
PS, I was in quite a rhyming mood, if you didn't notice.
