i still think about
you,
i still worrie
about you,
i still love
you,
i still care about
you,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
...but i really
shouldn't.
I'm mad at
myself, not you. I'm mad for always being nice. I'm mad
for always apologising for things i didn't do. I'm mad
for getting attached. I'm mad for thinking about
you.
But most of all,
i'm mad for not hating you when i really
should.
jc<\3
