You're more attractive than me. You're more experienced than me. You're more mature than me. You lived your life more than me. While you lived your youth partying and living it up, I'd geek out with my friends over weird

You will find someone who is model-pretty because that's the kind of person you belong with. You wouldn't end up with someone like me because I'm not beautiful enough for you.

I supposedly have "everything", but it is nothing compared to you.

I don't care that you're all I think about. I don't care that, no matter how serious my other relationships have been, it's always come back to you. 

I love you. I hate you. I hate that you make me feel this way. I hate that you make me love you. I hate that I'm willing to love and accept you for who you are because I know you're not worth it and I can do better.

All men are terrible people. All men aren't capable of loving. All men would cheat if given the chance. You will do everything to hurt me because it's natural for a man to hurt their partner.

I'm worthless. I'm pathetic. I'm not "adult-enough" for you. 

I hate myself.