my life is so perfect, but somehow the hurt that you cause me to feel forces this shared mind/body portal to produce hateful thoughts.
i hate that i cant have you the way that i want you, and when i can its not for as long as i want you.
i hate that other people get to experience you, in ways that i would have never gotten the opportunity to.
i also just fucking hate the simple fact that you hate that someone else caused me to experience momentary happiness.
but i wont tell you. my mouth shuts off when it, being i.. has anything else to say to you besides i love you.