Feelings

I hate how you make me feel. How I'm a contrasting and contorted mixture of happiness, fear, longing jealousy, loneliness, sadness, hope, delight, helplessness, and excitement all at once.

I am so confused and I feel so disgusted by myself for feeding these emotions at every opportunity I can. Because every time I see you it's just more fuel on the fire. And this fire is already white hot.