17 February 2008

Fate, you're quite the character.

You enjoy screwing with me, don't you?

I hate you. IhateyouIhateyouIhateyou.

I think it was predetermined that anything beautiful that comes into my life has to be taken away prematurely. And I don't believe in that kind of stuff, but I also don't believe in coincidence, and what else do you want to fucking call it?

Ugh. I just want to kick something. I want to see you, but you're slipping farther and farther away and soon I'm going to completely lose you.

And then I'm going to completely lose myself.

...

I'm going to miss you so fucking much.

I hope you realize that.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

I need to burn something.

Excuse me.

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