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Wednesday, June 13, 2007
I'm getting that horrible feeling again. Like the world is spinning too fast, like the days fly by too quickly and everyone seems to be moving forward so fast that I can't keep up. It's just one of those days......and it's at times like this when I start thinking about things that frustrate/ frustrated me, putting me in a even more rotten mood.

I want to hate you 'cos I can't forget you. I hate it that some things you said about me were true......I hate it even more that it was you that said it, I freaking hate how you did so. Every recollection of that conversation squeezes a bit of air out of my lungs......everytime I think of you I get this awful ripping sensation that starts from the pit of my stomach. You self-righteous bastard, I'm surprised you didn't get whiplash from making such a quick turnaround. I hate the fact that the hurt doesn't go away, I blame you for putting me in. A. Fucking. Emotional. Stalemate. Most of all, I desperately, absolutely want to HATE you for the smug existence you're living, for the scornful words I can't make myself forget..for the FEAR, the PARANOIA, of SEEING THE TWO OF YOU WHENEVER I GO OUT. I really want to bash that smug grin off your face, I really do. You asshole...you notice how I say "I want"? It's because (this is all. your. fucking. fault.) I won't want you to be unhappy either. I guess I still care about you even though you don't give a shit about me anymore. This is the thing that truly irks me at the end of the day......the self-loathing, the insecurity that resurfaces over and over again......like some eternal nightmare that doesn't end. It's gonna be a year soon, and if you know that I'm still NOT OVER IT, you'll probably laugh at me. But fuck you.


Neutral Tones

We stood by a pond that winter day,
And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,
And a few leaves lay on the starving sod,
—-They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.
Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove
Over tedious riddles solved years ago;
And some words played between us to and fro-—
On which lost the more by our love.
The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
Alive enough to have strength to die;
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
Like an ominous bird a-wing...
Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me
Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree,
And a pond edged with grayish leaves.
--
Thomas Hardy


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