i am so, so very sick&tired of identifying her face whenever it appears. my mind becomes a cat, catching that very mouse when it runs pass. it's like a voice in my head shouting, " GET A LOAD OF THAT!" and then i become curious. what she has been doing? what the fuck she has been up to? what's her sad story now? i really want nothing more to do with you but, i just can't seem to keep away from you, can i? no. 'cos you irk me. you exacerbate me. and now i want to be your nightmare. i hate how you look, i hate how you talk, i hate who you are, and i hate whatever characteristic you have. i even hate your name! you're such a sad, pitiful child. you draw me closer to you like a prey attracting it's predator. and everytime i turn around and walk away, you'll re-appear. wtfh. you left an unquestionable and undoubted abhorrent impression the very first time you were talked about. such loathsome act.
"The bullet penetrated the wall."- i will be that bullet. and you'll be that wall. i will scar you with all that i have. my fury. my agony. my hurt. my hatred.
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