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I lost them and I don’t know where they went… what now?

Some days I just want to drive away. Pack my bags and watch your shadow fade.

I don’t fit in here anymore.

I don’t know if you all changed or if I did.

‘Cause I’m all out of fight, I don’t have any left.

I hate that I have to pretend it doesn’t
matter to me or bother me.
I hate that I still think about you all the time.
I hate that you don’t care, not even a little bit.
I hate that my emotions have gotten the best of me.
I hate that you put me through all of this.
I hate that I can’t talk to you.
I hate that I still care.
I hate that I miss you.
But most of all…
I hate that I don’t hate you, not even a little bit.

Starting tomorrow.

I’m going to start trying so hard to get better. I just hope you are trying as hard…

Mom.

I hate that you are happy with just being my best friend.