I Hate Myself For Choosing To Love Someone After A Month Of Talking.

I hate myself for choosing to love someone after a month of talking.

I hate that I looked at their face so much.

I hate that I analyzed all their quirks and mannerisms.

I hate that I learned so much about their likes and dislikes.

I hate that I learned about their life and secrets.

I hate that I keep dreaming of them

I hate that I got so attached to this person.

I hate that I made them hate me.

“Leave me tf alone.”

Funny that I still dream about you. At first it would be us hanging out having fun, now it’s you leaving mid dream with me then looking for you for the rest it.

What hurts the most is that they were able cut me off and move on so easily. Like was all the time we spent together mean nothing to them? It meant a lot to me.

Holy shit I need a life