i have you Ha(te)(Lo)ve
no i dont have you… its ironic because when you mix the words hate and love you get HAVE.
and love/hate is exactly what you get when you dont have someone.
i love you as a person
and i f****** HATE your guts.
every little thing about you i see in myself or its something that I cant do and it f****** DISGUSTS me.
i act nice and tell you im happy that you’re happy and pretend everythings good
but deep down I want to make you feel like NOTHING inside. like a shell of the deeply disturbed p************ you are.
i’m so happy that you moved and they took the dog that you love away from you. GOD that just tickled my f****** fancy.
every time we’re on the phone i want to pick you apart flaw by flaw and rip you an a****** that hasn’t already been ripped by that new fuckass you call a boyfriend. i can’t do it though. why? because i’m a big f****** p****. and im afraid you’ll make me feel like s*** because I know im a god damned loser too, moreso than you are. for some idiotic reason i want to keep you around because even though i know its not going to happen, and even though i f****** hate you, i f****** want you just as bad.
the answer is YES, i DO think you’re a s***, even though i said otherwise.
NO, im NOT happy that you’re HAPPY, even though i said otherwise.
I wish you were as f****** miserable as I am. FenC.
