i hate that i get over you, but right when i see you again its like i never stopped liking you. i hate how you do and say all this cute stuff to me, and it makes me miss you even more. i hate how im sitting here thinking about you like crazy, but its stupid of me because iknow you couldn’t care less about talking to me. i hate how you can be the most selfish player in the world, but act like you really like me? i hate how everytime i see you my stomach drops and i cant decide weather its a good or bad feeling. I hate how i remember every little cute thing you said to be, & had no idea how much i really liked you. I hate how you say i love you to me, cuz every time you do i want to believe that you actually mean it. but in reality i know you don’t. i hate that we can be so close like bestfriends, cuz everytime im with you i wish you were mine again. i hate that sometimes you act like my boyfriend, but ur not—and probably won’t be. I hate how i am spinning with feelings. don’t fuck with me. tell me you don’t like me and ill get over it. but don’t lead me on and then just drop everything like i am some stranger.