it's happening again.
i knew i shouldn't have done anything
he's already pushing up his glasses & looking
down when he sees me in the halls now.
i feel like i already blew it.
i hate myself for it.
i hate that i'm not doing more.
i hate that he's sad.
i hate how my parents and friends are
treating me.
i hate that i don't exist until
there's no one else around.
i hate that i'm so afraid of
everything exciting life has
to offer.
i love good people, but they're so
hard to find.
i love a good love story, but i'm
too terrified to put in the effort
in fear that it won't go well.
i'm sick of people leaving me and
giving me a reason to write at
2am.
i hate being sad and having sore eyes.