I give up.
I can't hurt her, she's too good.
I can't have him, he's with her.
She'll never know I'm in love with him, neither will he.
And she'll just need to understand that I hate her for hurting him.
I hate her for not seeing how amazing he is.
I hate her for taking away any chance I had to be with him.
Most importantly, I hate myself.
I hate myself for loving him.
I hate myself for pretending to love her.
I hate myself.