I love you. I love you. I love you.
Sometimes that makes me feel so empty, because all my thoughs are about you. And not about me and how to love myself.

I can't stop thinking about the things you like, and the kind of girls you like. (and pretend that I'm like them)

And the saddest thing... no matter if "I'm your girlfriend" and no matter how many times you say that I'm beautiful, because I'm not, I'm not the only flower in your garden. And that hurts. A lot.

And I hate you for that, for make me feel like I'm not enough. When deep inside I know that I deserve more than simple text in the morning.