by acura, » Wed May 31, 2023 1:21 am
what if?
what if i had done something different?
what if i didnt ask for your instagram that day?
what if i decided to just keep it casual?
i hate myself for that day. i hate that you left after you got me attached; i hate that youve moved on but i still think about you three months later. i hate that because of you, i changed everything about myself within these past few months because i felt so unloveable as the person i was. i hate that to you it wasnt a big deal at all, but to me its made me question every damn part of myself and wonder why the hell i wasnt enough. its made me hate the way i look, hate my smile, hate my entire life. i went out and did stupid [censored] because i thought if i did all of it, maybe id be more desirable to you or other people. i thought youd want me back if i changed myself to be more like you. i hate that i cant bloody hate you, i hate that you literally dont give a damn. i hate that i keep blaming myself. i stopped doing schoolwork, stopped going to gym, stopped loving myself, stopped doing the things i enjoy, all because i keep thinking 'what if' whenever i replay the situation with you. i hate you. i hate you, i hate you, i hate you. i hate that whenever i like people, its always the wrong ones. its always the ones that will never like me back but im so infactuated that i forgot how much itll hurt. i hate that i let myself like you when i knew it wouldnt work out; i hate that i let myself trust you. i hate it so much. i hate that i let myself be vulnerable and embarrassed myself in the process.
i hate that you got me attached and gave me false hope before you left. i was so scared to open up, but i did because you said i could trust you. now look. there hasnt been a single day, not one single damn day in the past 3 months that you HAVENT crossed my mind and i hate it. it hurts so much and it doesnt make sense. we were never together, only knew each other for a bit, but it's the 'what ifs' that hurt me the most. it's the constant wondering of what if i did that differently, what if i did this that day, what if this, what if that. i cant stop thinking about it, i cant stop thinking about you. what if i messed it all up? what if we just gave it a go? what if we would be good together but we'll never know? what if you just found me too ugly after staring at me for too long? i dont know. what if i was different? just a little bit better?
i hate you, but i cant. in reality, i just hate myself