I hate that I am used, that I use you too, I hate that I am alone, but at the same time I love how I am so happy. I hate that I don't know what to say, to make you want me, but I love that I am what I am, and I don't care who walks out my life. I hate that I haven't heard I Love You, but I love that I am smart, and I love that I feel wise. I hate that I feel awkward and my words tumble, but I love that I smile so big and so bright. I love that I am okay, I love that I don't absolutely need anything, but I hate that I do everything, everything I probably shouldn't do, but I love It, I love me.