"You only live twice or maybe three times but you're living right now so why are you counting?
Why must I get this bitter feeling in my stomach whenever I think of you guys.
Being the one not chosen really kills you.
I fucking hate this shit.
I hate that you guys are getting closer and I’m left here lonely.
I hate that you guys call each other at night and I’m left here lonely.
I hate how you guys will probably end up together.
I hate that I like her.
I hate that I see him as a brother.
I hate that they’re falling for each other.
I hate being close with him.
I hate that she makes me smile.
I hate everything about this friendship/relationship.
But hate is a big word, I guess I just dislike everything about this.