Miserable

I hate seeing you happy.

I hate seeing you happy with someone who is not me.

I hate that I'm still bothered.

I hate that I'm secretly not over it.

I hate that I actually depended my happiness on someone else.

I hate that I never learn my lesson.

"I thought of texting you 'good morning I can't sleep' and then I remembered you are on a journey which I am not a part of and that's okay but good morning I can't sleep."