fuck. i haaaaate how i love like you. damn.
goddamnit. why'd you have to be so perfect? i hate you.
i hate how you look at her. i hate how bitter i am right now.
i hate the fact that i have to see you together.
i hate how im feeling right now. i hate how i miss you.
i hate how my sunshine turned gray today.
i hate how i have to pretend. i hate hate hate you.

but then...
whatever.