I hate when I get the urges to just rip things to pieces and delete every little thing that reminds of one person. I hate getting attached to people on the internet. I absolutely hate it. I hate not knowing if they're being honest. I hate for giving my fucking heart away and not even really knowing who I give it to. I hate lying to make myself feel better. And I HATE saying I don't care when I really do. I hate trying not to cry just so my dad doesn't start questioning me. I hate telling people nothing is wrong when I really have a huge problem. Sometimes I hate working my problems for myself. In my head, I think everything is alright. I assume to trust people a lot of times. And when I realize that my trust was worth nothing, it hurts me more than anything. Love your fucking self because after so long, the love you wish you had from someone, is gone.