I hate you.
I hate you for being so kind. You make me feel like an ungrateful bastard.
I hate you for doing so many things for me. Because I know I sometimes do not have the capacity to do the same for you. (Or maybe sometimes you do not let me)
I hate how I cannot seem to help you as much as you help me.
Or rather, I hate myself for not being kind enough to make it up to you.
Maybe you should stop from being too kind.
First time to get really drunk last night. It wasn’t a good feeling. And some surprising circumstances made it worse. It’s actually causing a lot of heartache and trouble. Never agaaaaain.
Well, at least that’s one item down on my “20 Things I Have To Do Before I Graduate” list. It wasn’t a good one though, unlike how I imagined it to be when I wrote that in my bucket list.