Love is measured

Feb 03, 2009 11:19

I am at work. I am beside myself with anger.  I am trying to not let it show, but that's next to impossible for me.

Morbid though it may be, I measure how much I love someone by imagining how I would react to the news of their death without parting words.  These day-nightmares can only last moments or else I am overcome by negative thoughts and worry, but it makes me want to express all of the positive emotion I have for that person.

Well, shocking though it may be... the amount of upset I would feel for my brother is still present but diminishing at a rapid rate.  I don't want to go onto an all-too-easy shpeel about why I hate him so, but I would like to say that the anger I feel towards him is consuming me.

However, at no point do I feel the need to make ammends with him as he chooses to threaten me anytime that moment approaches.

I hate myself for letting me hate him as much as I do.  I thrive in positive environments and all he presents is a negative-destructive-evil world to which I'm supposed to approach?

Yah right. Go Fuck Yourself.  I'm a happier person with you NOT in my life.
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