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13 November 2009

I hate the mornings.
Cause I know what they bring.
You get up and take a shower in no time, your leaving.
And it sounds so selfish.
But i can’t help but think.
That if you knew how much i needed you.
You’d stay cause.

I hate goodbyes.
I hate these tears in my eyes.
I hate myself for the way i feel about you every time.
I’ve had enough.
I’m sick of wishing he was around me every day, every night-its way too much.
I hate love.

/m.g