Love's A Form Of Suicide

I hate you. I fucking hate you.

I usually worship the ground you walk on. But when shit happens, it makes me wonder why I even give a damn about you.

I hate how one minute you're too nice, then the next minute you completely ignore me.

And it's NOT nice when you stop me from going home early, then you ditch me to go meet someone else, making me ride the bus alone at an unreasonable hour. It sucks using public transport when you're alone especially at midnight. Please just let me go if you don't plan on giving me a fucking ride home.

It's sad that when I wake up later, I know I won't hate you anymore. And I will prolly erase this post.