You say that you are here, but you are never here. You are supposed to be my friends, but you turn out to be fake ones. And I hate myself everytime I care more about the fact that you are not here though I know very well that you are fake, that you are not supposed to be my friends, that you are actually not mine. I hate to care so much that I hate how I think that you don't care.
And I hate to say this here, and I hate to say this out loud!