Sometimes I try to make myself believe that I don't need you anymore. I come up with theses scenarios that make me want to hate you. And they work. Now I can't believe that I'm finally over you and it makes me so happy that I am, besides the fact that the rest of my life is completely shit. For those brief moments that I realized I was actually over you I WAS HAPPY.

This just make me want to hurt you all the more. Make you feel as if you lost the most important thing in the world. But you don't know. And I won't ever tell you.