You.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
You.
You are ruining me bit by bit every day.
I keep thinking about you. About you're doing to me.
Why?
I just want to know why.
You're killing me.
I don't want to think about it anymore.
And it's killing me how you're not doing anything.
I thought I was done with these type of problems when I moved on to poly.
But it's back.
And again, I still can't see what I did so wrong to deserve much hate from you.
Did I do something to hurt you? To anger you?
Do I disgust you that much?
Do you hate me so much that you can't even look at me anymore?
Tell me why.