oo, (this is my secret name for you)
i hate you. more than i have ever hated anyone. i hate that i know nothing about you. i hate that we are similar in so many ways. i hate that song, and i hate that i initially thought i was you. i hate seeing pictures of you two. i hate the “games” you play with me. I hate that maybe i shouldnt even hate you.
i hope we meet someday. that i learn the truth. that i can stop hating you. maybe then all these violent fantasies will go away.