So this is the moment when I, with clothes strewn all over my mattress because I’m packing for my Baguio trip, realize that even if I want to call it quits with you, I can’t. This feeling I have for you is probably one of the most unfathomable ones to date – most of the time I hate you, yet at the end of the day you’re still the one I think about.
I’m really leaning towards hating you, I just have to say.
You’re like this annoying pest at the back of my brain. I wish it were easy for me to just keep you out of my life, since you probably won’t care if I’m there or not. But uh – yeah, you’re still there. I hate you. I really do. I hate you with a passion. You piss me off, and you obviously hate me too. This kind of thing happens to work for us. This – this hating thing.
But if you’re like the rest of the people who know me well enough though, you know what I’m really trying to say. And that sucks, because I don’t want you to know what I’m feeling. I don’t want you to know me – because then, you’ll know exactly what to say to break me.