2003-04-02 - 9:57 p.m. -
I wish the real world would just stop hassling me.
Love sucks. Fuck love. Fuck it. I am so angry right now. I want to hurt someone and yet, I can't hurt him. I can't do it. I love him. I hate that he can hurt me, but I can't hurt him. That should tell me something. 50/50 is in my imagination. It doesn't mean anything. It's impossible. It's unattainable. I want to scream really loudly until my throat is hoarse and my head is pounding and I pass out from exhaustion. I just want everything to make sense. I just want to know how everything is going to turn out. I want to give up.
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