all the things i wanna say to them, but i can't.

i still don't get it. if you wanted nothing to do with me, why would you look at me that way? if you knew from the start that you would go back to her, why? you enjoy seeing me begging for your attention? I just know you're having a good laugh with your friends right now, calling me "desperate" and all the kind of names that comes to mind. You make me sick to the point I wanna scratch my eyes out. I hate everything about you, everything. I hate this feeling towards you, I hate feeling those butterflies in my stomach everytime I bump into you. You wanted me to let my guard down so you could leave me. God, I hate you so much for that.