I want to throw up when I look at you. I can't get that image of you and that girl out of my head. who you didn't even know, making out in front of an entire room while I looked on from the back of a dirty corner wanting to die. Everyone says I should hate you. I should hate you. But you're the first person I've really liked in a long long time. And that night wasn't just a hook up. For me. I want to believe it didn't mean anything. I want to believe it was an exception rather than a rule. I will be so weak if I do. I still like you so so much. But I should hate you. I'm starting to become more disgusted with myself than with you for even thinking any of this.