I honestly hate being single. I hate not having someone that I can call or text without worrying about being annoying or dumb. I hate that I feel the need to tell people that I’m happy single. I hate being single, without someone to hug and kiss and to have as my own. I hate being second, third, or fourth best. I hate feeling worthless and like if I suddenly left, no one would care. I hate being single. I hate that no one is honest about their feelings for other people. I hate that no matter how hard you try to make them notice you, the one you love never does. I. Hate. Being. Alone.