Aug 07, 2006 16:29
I swear I hate you. I hate you to such an amazing extent that sometimes I want you back in my life.
You make me hate everything you are and I am not ashamed to say it. And sometimes, I miss you.
I miss you because some part of me feels like it needs you to be there in order to acheive the normal I once knew, which is, ironically, a normal I no longer desire, in the slightest. To this day, I swear to God you've screwed my head up to an amazing extent.
Somedays I hope I will be on my way somewhere, and see you on the street. I hope that we will meet eyes. You will grieve over your horrible mistake because I am in my car, alone or maybe with someone, with my hand out the window, listening to loud music, and happy. Maybe I will blow you an insolent kiss, and the light will turn green, and I drive away. Though no matter how small this world is, I doubt that will ever happen.
You have effected my life in many more negative ways than positive, but I think I have turned it around and made it my life and not a life lived through your opinions.
But you can still go to Hell.