i hate the way i love you. i hate the way i get like this. i hate the way i care what you say adn what you do. I hate they way i think you hate me, i hate the way you don't seem to care. I hate the was i cried in your arms, i hate the way you wanted to know why. I hate the way i always get like this, no matter how many times i tell myself not to. If hearts live by being wounded then surely mine has lived long enough. i am foolish to continue beig so open. it is not safe to do so. Nothing can ever be the same now. I just want to not love you. cause i don't want to hurt you. Or me. I am sick of the hurt that burns right through me.