I hate.
I hate the fact that I feel so damn pathetic over you. The fact that you still continue to tease me with the slight hint or insinuation, and yet you seemingly have no clue that it is eating me up inside. I hate the fact that even now, I am convinced that I will have you again, even though I know it is the last thing that you would ever want to do. I hate the fact that every time my phone beeps to tell me I have a message, my heart leaps at the thought it could be you, and then falls the very next second when I find out it is someone else. I hate the fact that I am still making plans to see you. I hate the fact that I still see you in my future, even years ahead. I hate the fact that every email I get I wish is from you. That I long to see you sign into messenger and talk to me again. I hate the fact that you don't seem to miss me as much as I miss you, and your world hasn't collapsed without me. I hate the fact that I can't imagine a time when I don't have you in my thoughts and my heart. I hate the fact that your love for me is not strong enough to keep you with me. I hate the fact that your love for me is so strong it keeps you from me.
Love. The most selfish of all emotions.
Except hate.
I love.
It's a cunt, ain't it?
Love. The most selfish of all emotions.
Except hate.
I love.
It's a cunt, ain't it?
posted by Anonymous | 11:53 pm
damn....i could've WRITTEN that! some 9 months ago though. thank god i'm over those feelings now. for the most part..
I know your pain.
What do you call love, hate, charity, revenge, humanity, magnanimity, forgiveness? Different results from the one master impulse: the necesity of securing one's self-approval. -Mark Twain
All emotions are selfish. But I know how you feel.
that is exactly, EXACTLY what i am going through. to the word. to the letter.
Perhaps you should invest some time in Dr. Phil.
I'm not going to be shit enough to assume that I know how you feel, but I sympathize with the frustration.
Perhaps it will get better. And if it doesn't, DrPhil.com.
Wallow away, dear Duch. The pain does go away, even though it seems like it won't.
The fact that someone else can write that apart from me makes me all warm inside. Word-for-word how I've felt.