Who thought it was possible to hate someone so much, but love them so incredibly at the same time?
The irony of it all. How I think I just had a feeling. How I didn't want to fucking pursue it, but I fucking did. And look at me now... I fucking regret it.
I think I'm split in two minds when I say "I wish I never met you."
I wish I could say it to your face, to see if you'd care. But I did something to see if you'd care in the first place and that's part of the reason how I got in this situation. It's awkward. I feel awkward when I think about you. How stupid I've been.
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