It gets harder and harder to try and not to think of him, Claise. How I wish it was over in a simple grandiose. He has every right to call me pathetic, stupid, irritating, annoying. All of it. My arrogance and pride lead me into this stupid, stupid predicament. He should hate me. Like detest me. Like fucking throw me away like a stupid piece of trash. But argh!! I'm ANNOYED BY THESE STUPIF FEELINGS!!! Argh!!!
For reasons that don't seem to comprehend, I wished he'd just stay away from now onwards. We should stop being nice to each other. I don't want him to go thinking as though I like him. Everytime my eyes fall on you, all I can see is contempt for me. Is that how bad I am? I must be. You stay away from me like a plague. God! I shouldn't even wonder the chocolates that I gave you, you'd throw them away. You seem to be hating me more and more. Right now, all I hope is that you hate me more. Keep hating. If you keep hating me and distancing yourself from me, I might just hate you in return. Because I'm just a bitch that way.
Claise, I wonder what should I do. I don't wanna burden myself with these thoughts. Should I keep distancing myself? I think you love it when I don't talk to you, right? You must be. I'd be, if I were you.
It's just that life's like that and there's nothing you can do about it.