What, me?

I hate the fact that we feel loneliness.
I hate the fact that thoughts creeps into my mind.
I hate the fact that she is that very thought that occupies it.
I hate the fact that all the good songs I like is about relationship failures.
I hate the fact that I can't return the same feeling to those who have one for me.
I hate the fact that I can't keep focus on my affairs for more than a minute.
I hate the fact that I can't remember the last time I said "I Love You".
I hate the fact that I don't have the guts to say it now to her.
I hate the fact that I'm nothing but me.

I love the fact that I still can smile.
I love the fact that I still can she her smile.
I love the fact that I have the memory of her smiling.
I love the fact that I have a two days a week classes this semester.
I love the fact that I actually managed to attact some attentions from gays.
I love the fact that I've laughed and mindless jokes for the past hour.
I love the fact that my iabilty to focus means I'm hardly depressed.
I love the fact that I've uttered a sincere "I Love You" before.
I love the fact that we might be the ones being used by dogs.
I love how my sentences here are like pyramids.
Which seems very very cool and nice.
Like me and her on a sunny day.
Which I would like very much.
Very very very much.
Yes, indeed.