Something is wrong with me. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I've been feeling bad for more than few days. But before It had been better. Sometimes I just wanna run away somewhere. Anywhere, but far away from here.
I hate this town. I hate these people. Bleh.

But I think I'm coming back again. I hope so. I want to do something. I have to.



And I still fucking love you.
I love the way you laugh.
I love how you make me feel better.
I love when we talk to each other, although we are so far away.
I love your eyes.
I love your words.
I love your lies when you say I'm the sweetest.
I love you all.

And that's why I hate you.