Thoughts

Loving you means hating them.

Seeing the way you look at him and the way he looks at you. Do you think I'm blind? Do you think I don't see it? Why do I put myself through this time and time again? It starts out with just a look then just a smile, then in the end I'm alone again.

But why do I do it? I'm sick of crying and I'm sick of hurting but still I put myself through it all time after time to only end up alone and used.