Jul 03, 2004 14:31
Do you have any idea how much I HATE THIS.
Doubt. Uncertainty. Questioning. This uncanny feeling that you're LYING TO ME.
And then it always comes back to me. Mememe. My fault. Overreacting. What the fuck am I talking about anyway.
I don't name names here for a reason.
Go ahead. Think it's you I'm talking about, but for all you know, it's myself. I swap in and out of perspectives on purpose, you know.
So go ahead, take a wild fucking leap. Blame yourself.
See if I fucking care anyway.
But where are you. Dropped off the face of the earth again. Doesn't surprise me. Never really did. And then it's back like a whiplash to the face, slicing me down the middle as my flesh falls off on both sides to reveal NOTHING.
Don't you see. Don't you fucking SEETHEFUCKIGNEND.
Only you didn't.
Disgusting. So. Fucking. Disgusting.
I'm sick of this. Sick of waiting. Sick of wanting. Sick of yearning and desire. Sick of this sad, sad need for you. And for everyone else.
And above all, for you.
But you don't even care. Don't fucking care.
I'll rip it out myself this time.