Dreft; and Things Just Like It.

Monday, May 15, 2006

Hate You.

Why, WHY is it that I can look at you and see it, and why is it that I can talk to you and not say what I want to say. The words come to my mind, they travel to my mouth, and then they stop. They won't come out. My head is screaming, it's shouting everything that I need to say to you, but my mouth won't let it happen.
Why??? Why??? Why do I care, why do I not let myself care?
When I say that I hate you, I'm talking to myself.

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