Why do you have to be such a good person?
Why do I still have it in me to hate you?
Why can't I just stop?
I have come to the conclusion as of late that I am not as good of a person as people may believe. I hate people who are happy with one another and I hate the people I have lost. Someone can make the kindest jesture toward me and I will still hate them. Just because of my situation. I hate it but I know it will never change. Its one of my fatal flaws...
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