I hate myself more than anything else. I hate that I still love you, I hate the I’m still missing you. I wonder if I ever affected you in ways that you affected me. Like the nights where I can only think about the times we’re together, do you know I’ve been crying myself to sleep since then? Do I even cross your mind now or am I just no one? How I wish I can drown my sorrows through drinking but instead I drown myself in tears everyday and every night.