I am trying SO HARD not to hate you. It's unfair to feel that way about you. When I am near you, I cannot look at you. The mere mentioning of you, your voice, anything at all makes me want to scream. I am trying though. I try to remember that you weren't always an entity of distaste, but all that remains now is distaste. I almost feel sorry that a time is nearing when I won't need you at all. Because then you will hardly ever see me. I, on the other hand, cannot wait.
THIS TRAPPED FEELING NEEDS TO GO AWAY.
Correction: 7:07 p.m.
This is just further proof that you are too far gone for me to reach out to.
This is just further proof that you don't know what feeling is.
This is just further proof that you would rather remain silent than feel.
This is just further proof that shielding yourself means more to you than being yourself.
FOR THE LAST TIME:
This is my blog. It's about me and my feelings, however fleeting they may be.