I hate having a conscience. When we ran into each other yesterday and talked, I was actually sort of glad to see that you were miserable. I know you've been depressed for a while now, and that it is the result of a lot of different things, but there's a part of me that honestly believes you deserve it.
Is this just the vindictive part of my brain screaming "Poetic Justice!"? It could be. You did rather ruin my life for several years. But, hey, I think I might just be a slightly better person because of what I went through.
You, on the other hand, are obviously not doing very well at all. I don't know if this is because you deny yourself the things you obviously desire or because your situation is really just that shit.
My loathing is of the unadulterated variety. Not for your face, your voice, or your clothing (in fact, you look great), but for who you are trying to be. Do us all a favour and get over yourself. You're f***ing human like the rest of us, dear.
Is this just the vindictive part of my brain screaming "Poetic Justice!"? It could be. You did rather ruin my life for several years. But, hey, I think I might just be a slightly better person because of what I went through.
You, on the other hand, are obviously not doing very well at all. I don't know if this is because you deny yourself the things you obviously desire or because your situation is really just that shit.
My loathing is of the unadulterated variety. Not for your face, your voice, or your clothing (in fact, you look great), but for who you are trying to be. Do us all a favour and get over yourself. You're f***ing human like the rest of us, dear.
Haha. I'm so bitter.
Unrequited love,
Peat
Unadulterated Loathing
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