God, stop looking at me like you always do. Seriously. You and I both know you will never love me. You only call me when you get lonely and want a booty call. I can’t believe I fell for someone like you. I wish I had the courage to stand up to you, but every time I try you to talk to you you only threaten me. I hate you for so many things, but most of all, I hate you for making me love you.