I hate that I am so damn needy, and have such a desire to be loved. I hate that I am so god damn desperate. I hate the fact that I made u uncomfortable, made u not want to be my friend. I hate that I became the only person u could talk to and rely on, to destroy that in minutes of me confessing to u. I hate that I have never been enough for you. I hate that me confessing to u is enough to want to have nothing to do with me. Even with a friendship of 10+ years. I hate that I matter so little, that I have never mattered even when I came to see u. To see your wonderful smile, your laugh. I hate that I made u mad with the idea that I wasn’t enjoying the moment exactly how u were. I hate that you think that having a crush on someone means they didn’t enjoy it the same. I hate that u think of me as some random fucking primate that is SO motivated by feelings, because I am. I hate that I tried to deny it, and I hate that u knew I tried to deny it… And I hate that I’ll never see that face.