No more

So here's the deal.
I hate this.
I hate having to sit here in bed wondering if I will ever speak to you,
or see your smile,
or hear your laugh.
I hate having to sit here knowing that the chances of "us" are slim to none.
I hate that I didn't get to say good bye.
I hate that I can't hold you.
I hate that I hear about other girls.
I hate that I know about other girls.
I hate knowing.
I hate love.
I hate this.