I'm a winner at a losing game...

I hate that people are telling me it's okay. I hate that they are so appalled at my sadness. I hate that I let myself feel this way about you. I hate that every love song I listen to reminds me of you. I hate that your face is so beautiful. I hate that I can't be mad at you. I hate the fact that if you called me right now I would talk to you for hours. I hate the fact that you never call. I hate that I didn't talk to you until the end of the summer. I hate that if I dissapeared, you wouldn't even notice. I hate that I have to date other girls. I hate that we aren't an us. I hate this. I hate you.

-- Otis on the move