PT2 indescribable reason, she had captured me, in her web of hate and torture. i hate her for doing this to me, i hate that no matter what i cant get over her, i hate that i have tried everything, that ive tried hooking up with others, that ive drunk, that ive replayed all the bad things shes done over and over until my head hurts, i hate that she doesnt like me. i hate that she laughs with homophobes even tho shes gay, i dont respect her for that, i dont like her for that. i hate that when i look back over all these years not in a single concrete way has she ever liked me, not in a single way has she even tried to care about me, yet my life centres around her, like she is the earth, and i am just the moon, but instead she looks away, across the universe at other planets, more impressive moons, and doesnt even recognise me. I hate that i always find the back of her head in chapel, i hate that i look at her, i look at her hair and smile, i look over her instagram and wonder if she