Irrational Hate

I deeply hate her. But she doesn´t know. She´s there, happily living her life without knowing it. I haven´t told her about those things on my head, but I´m certain that she knows. I´m starting to think that I scare her, and that´s the reason for not acknowledging what´s going on. The worst thing is that she´s living with another person, and therefore, there´s no chance for anything. I don´t like not to have things under control, but this has a lot to do with my legendary shyness and stupidity. It´s a fact: I scare people. And I´m getting sick of it…

But, f*ck. I still like her a lot and keep believing that something is possible after all… Silly dreams.