thinks: I hate you hate you hate you hate you hate you hate you. Ti. I hate it.
If I'd slap you before you jump to the throat.
Throat, throat, a lump in my throat, tears in her throat.
A bitter smile, because gliel'avesse she asked if anyone would be able to respond even in very difficult times, he said, can not be that easy, that's not how things go. All too obvious that you do not get rid of it could be so easy. But do not you watch movies?! Before the relief surface, but now the awareness, full, because life goes on, the world does not stop turning, and there is always someone who stays still, those who remain behind. You
expired. You are hopelessly out of date .
So, fuck off. So, I hate you. Instead because it was easy for you.
Why am beginning to think that you will not fuck you fuck you fuck you ever give a shit. One case, everything happened by chance, perhaps. Events. An inanimate doll, with eyes and ears sweet words. A vagina open at times.
Think: I am repulsive.
Think: You've never made me feel really different from the case. I have never been attractive.
Think, now think it makes no sense, it is inevitable but meaningless, and confusing, because I know I know I know I'm not lucid.
ramblings.
You will know that is not true, I know, but the only thing shiny without logic, without speech, without arguments, the only solid thing in my stomach is that I hate . And I would tell you but I will not.
And perhaps this is the first thing you do because you love me, this, this here you're doing now. But perhaps you do for yourself, just like everything else.
Creating and personal destruction, solitary, individualissima. All mine.
Again, if he had not understood, if it was not clear, in case you were far away, miles and miles, the body and mind, completely undeniably a thousand miles away from the sound of my thoughts, I repeat: I hate you .
knows. If you ask them now answer: This is the first real step painful. To really get away,
head and heart,
really
from you.
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