I hate how I feel. I hate that you make me jealous. I hate that I don’t know why I’m jealous. I hate that I’m unhappy. I hate how you treat me. I hate how you make me cry. I hate how lonely I feel. I hate how angry you make me. I hate that my heart feels broken. I hate how my day can go from good to bad just by talking to you. I hate that all we do is argue.
I have never felt more alone than I do now.
I don’t know where to go from here
