I hate the fact that i will never be good enough for him.
I hate the fact that i will never be the one he dreams of.
I hate how we have drifted apart.
I hate that i am constantly jealous of my friends happiness, when i should be glad they are happy.
I hate my how my flatmate always rubs his happiness in my face.
I hate how my friends back home have forgotten about me.
I hate how the boys only get in touch with me when it is something to do with the band.
I hate that I am a pushover.
I hate having to lie about my new life.
I hate how he thinks he can walk in and out of my life and expect everything to be perfect.
I hate how he always puts me down yet he hardly knows me.
I hate that i'm losing control.
I hate myself for being this way.
I hate how selfish all of my friends are.
I hate how isolated i have become.
I hate how much i drink and smoke.
I hate how nothing ever goes my way.
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