I'm mad at myself. . . .
for always being nice to you,
for apologizing for things I didnt do.
for getting attached,
for making you a huge part of my life,
for wasting my time on you,
depending on you,
thinking about you,
wishing and dreaming of you,
changing myself for you.
And most of all,
im mad at myself for not hating you
even now, when i know i should.