Feelings.
I hate them, sometimes. I hate how the simplest of things can eat away at me. I hate becoming so attached to someone. I hate how being without that someone kills me inside. I hate how selfish I become. I hate how greedy I get. I hate being alone. I hate where my feelings leave me. I hate how no one understands me. I hate how I have no way to express myself without sounding like an emotional fucking idiot. I hate how I have nothing better to do than ramble the fuck on about pointless shit like this. I hate the things I do to myself. I fucking hate it.
