Here we fucking go again.
It's hit or miss, up or down, silence or screaming.
I hate you.
I hate the way you laugh.
I hate seeing you smile.
I hate seeing you around my town.
I hate hearing your voice on that fucking stage.
I hate the way you still leave me high and dry.
I hate the way I still trip over every pretty thing you say.
I hate you.
I hate the way I still love you after wasting so much time in my life.
I hate the way you fucked me over.
I hate the fact that I still want you more than anyone.
I hate your t-shirts.
I hate your excuses.
I hate how beautiful you are to me.
I hate the way you make me feel.
I hate the way you ignore me.
I hate the how the next day I get the best texts from you.
And I hate how 2 hours later, I stop hearing from you for the next month.
I hate the way you consume my thoughts.
I hate the way you cheated on me.
I hate the way you've ruined Brand New, American Football, and "Emily," for me.
And ultimately, I hate you.
I hate that I can't get over you.
