I hate that when I found out my aunt died you were the one person I wanted to see or talk to and you ignored me. I hate that when I'm sad all I want to do is talk to you and you would rather be out with your friends. I hate that your the kind of guy who will make a plan and then never talk about it again and I'm stupid enough to think that you would actually follow through with it. I hate that no matter how mad I am at you that I never want to give you up when I never even had you to begin with because your my best friend and I'm just another clingy girl that you rarely hang out with