the last person

i've reached a point where i don't think i have a good reason to go on.
no ones ever made me feel like i had a reason to live.
the ones i love never love me back.
i'm always alone in the way i feel.
is that the way it's supposed to be?
are you supposed to love someone who doesn't love you back?
does that teach you something?
to never fall in love becuase they will never care as much as you do.
i believe i'm destined to always care too much.
if stefani can't even love me back what hope do i have that anyone else will.
i live in constant fear that she'll find out how i feel and judge me for it.
she'll hate me.
although i'm not sure that she doesn't already.
i hate myself.
i hate myself enough for 5 people.
but the last person i wanted to hate me was her.