I hate you so much yet I love you to death. I want to be [as far away from you as possible,] but I know I could -never live without you.- I'm the only one who can truly see through your mask and I wish you would let others see, but I know exactly why you don't want to. And as crazy as it sounds, I understand your masochistic ways. When you have pain in your life, you want it to {go away,} but when it's not there, you feel ...e.m.p.t.y... I get it. And I know how afraid you are [of yourself] and how afraid you are of others. I know you have trust issues and even though I know the most about you, I know you don't trust me. It's okay though, because even though you, too, know the most about me, I don't trust you. It's like we need each other for support, otherwise we wouldn't even be friends. But maybe we would, because we have everything in common.
From the bands we like to our favorite color, it's almost like you're me. So why can I not stand you?
