Sep 25, 2004 13:37
"I love you with all my heart and soul, but I hate you with every fibre of my being." I think you're wrong. It's your body that loves me, and wants me, and your heart that hates me. You give in to the temptation of flesh. I don't care about your soul it's going to hell. Your mind, I will admit, is superior to others, but you commit it to such simple tasks. You laughed when you heard my results, but I laughed more when I heard yours.
You think yourself better because you can regurgitate information, apply formulas over and over, and solve simple problems that mean nothing to no-one. You are the kind of person that will never change the world, you'll never touch people and you'll never be loved for who you will be, you will be a faceless worker. You are the kind of person - that - will - die - inside.
Some day, I'll show you that you're not you're not your wallet, you're not your bank account, and you're not your job.
I will make you reborn. We - will - see - colour - together - for - the - first - time.
(Fucking hell, this goes out to a stalker, not the person you think it goes out to. There are some people I wouldn't give the pleasure of writing about.)