The only person I have now is you. But you don’t fucking care. You have your girlfriend, your friends, your family, you have the whole fucking world in your hands. I have no friends. My family would be better off if I just died. But I love you.
I’m sorry that I’m such a freak. I’m sorry that I’m not into the same things you’re into. I’m sorry that I’m not like everyone else. I always try to change who I am, but it just results in me falling even deeper than I already am. But I will try to change myself again if it means for you to actually like me, instead of pretending that you do. I fucking hate you. But I love you. But I hate you.