I think there is a fine line between love and hate, and how love can turn into hate very quickly.
It's funny, wanting something so badly, but being shit upon, shit upon again, lied to, shit upon yet again, lied to again, and then cast to the curb. I'm seething with hate right now.
I'm literally sick. I can't stand this feeling. I just want it to go away. But it never will.
Like the idiot I am, I'll live with it until it consumes every last pore in me.
| | | |
|
|
Will you write to me? Will you tell me about it? Will you get it out so that it can dissipate and you can heal? You know I love ya, Naapers. Please don't let yourself seethe. Please talk it out. You have friends here. We love you. We've missed you sooooo much.
Thank you for posting again, my friend. I've been worried about you. Thanks for letting me know that you are alright.