11/09/12
11/27/2012 04:29 a.m.
Why am I so angry with you? Let's see, maybe it's because I think you're full of bull shit and you're a huge dick wad asshole liar pants that gets some sort of sick satisfaction out of messing with people just because he can. You torment me and I hate you for it. I hate myself too. For giving you this power over me. I hate that I still want to be with you despite your ridiculous Twitter account. I hate that Twitter has anything to do with anything concerning you and me. I really hate that I just wrote the phrase "you and me" because there is no you and me. I hate that despite seeming like you're talking about other girls on your Twitter account, I still believe that you're good. That your face in the moon and behind it a big gaseous ball of light and warmth exist large enough to shine through the dark. I hate that when I'm with you I see right past your murky outside behavior. I hate that I can't talk to you about it right now. I hate that if you read this your would probably hate me.