This is true.
I was sitting in front of her and I realized. I hated her.
I hated her looks, her clothing, her laugh, not because they were bad-- just because they were hers.
Years and years of knowing her and our undulating friendship, and for some reason the fact that we drifted apart caused me to hate her.
I hated from jealousy, I hated from everything possible... from pure existance, even.
She made me feel alone and awkward again, like those days from long long ago. I never wanted to go back there, and she did that by sitting in front of me. She made me feel talentless, stupid, worthless. She used to be a friend of mine. I burned for violence
Her presence, along with my aches, made me miserable. And I still am. I'm not in the mood to do anything-- eat, sleep, work, or even wake up tomorrow.
I would feel so much better if there was snow blanketing this barren land.
I hated her looks, her clothing, her laugh, not because they were bad-- just because they were hers.
Years and years of knowing her and our undulating friendship, and for some reason the fact that we drifted apart caused me to hate her.
I hated from jealousy, I hated from everything possible... from pure existance, even.
She made me feel alone and awkward again, like those days from long long ago. I never wanted to go back there, and she did that by sitting in front of me. She made me feel talentless, stupid, worthless. She used to be a friend of mine. I burned for violence
Her presence, along with my aches, made me miserable. And I still am. I'm not in the mood to do anything-- eat, sleep, work, or even wake up tomorrow.
I would feel so much better if there was snow blanketing this barren land.