Hate how much its possible to miss something and how much that can tear you up inside.
Hate how its the little things that stick amd play over n over in your head.
Hate how a thought can make you feel so guilty.
Hate how one thing not being there will make you feel lost n cry without reason.
I fucking hate living in my head sometimes.
I hate it so much more that you feel this way about something that probably doesnt feel the same about you.