Why don't you want me?
Damn I hate feeling like this.
I am sitting in a cafe, waiting for you to come and pick me up.
This is the place where it all started.
I hate you. I don't want to temp myself saying and thinking like these but I think I still hate you.
Now I hate you because you are not mine but when you be mine I am going to be really really bored.
Why do I want you?
Is it just the ego?
Anyway, I hate you but I want you.
I hate talking to you.
But I hate what I feel when I look at you.
You are a fucker.