I hate when my phone beeps and I get a new message, and it’s not from you.
I hate when my phone beeps again, because it sent that last message twice, and there’s still nothing from you.
I hate sitting in my room day after day, missing you.
I hate that I think I’m so lonely and friendless, and it’s because the only friend I want is you.
I hate that I can be happy and content and find a way to get through, and then remember that I’m not with you.
I keep thinking about you, and I don’t know how not to.