I’m mad at myself, not you. I’m mad for always being nice. I’m mad for always apologizing for things i didn’t do. I’m mad for getting attached.
I’m mad for depending on you and wasting my time on you.
I’m mad for thinking about you and most of all,
for not hating you when i should.
I hate those girls on Facebook who are pretty enough to get freaking 30 people comment on ONE gorgeous photo of them, then comment back saying “thanks babe, but I’m ugly; your the gorgeous one <3”