Number Forty-Nine
I too, have loved and lost.
Which is why I write. And which is why I cannot tolerate alot of bullshit from people when it comes to love. Love is something I've experienced, yet do not understand. I never will. In fact, one could go so far as to suggesting that I don't believe in love. It turly is never worth that pain that you feel.
Which is why I'm sitting here, sipping a bottle of saké and re-reading her suicide note. I don't drink. I hate drinking. And yet here I am. Here I am, reading her bullshit "Oh-I-love-you-but-I-can't-take-it-anymore". Which is why I'm crying. And drinking. And clutching the crinkled paper, again and again.
Which is why I hate you all.
Only not.
Which is why I write. And which is why I cannot tolerate alot of bullshit from people when it comes to love. Love is something I've experienced, yet do not understand. I never will. In fact, one could go so far as to suggesting that I don't believe in love. It turly is never worth that pain that you feel.
Which is why I'm sitting here, sipping a bottle of saké and re-reading her suicide note. I don't drink. I hate drinking. And yet here I am. Here I am, reading her bullshit "Oh-I-love-you-but-I-can't-take-it-anymore". Which is why I'm crying. And drinking. And clutching the crinkled paper, again and again.
Which is why I hate you all.
Only not.