I wish I could scream into your face, but you're three thousand miles away, doing whatever you please. Indirectly hurting me. Maybe I'm a masochist. Perhaps you like being a hidden sadist.
I wish I could tell you I hate you. To you. And mean it. But I can't.
I was young when I fell in love with you [I consider it to be love]. I'm still young. I wish I weren't. I WISH I WEREN'T.
How many times can I scream it?! YOU SAY WHEN I'M OLDER, BUT WHAT IF SOMETHING COMES UP THEN?! HOW CAN YOU PROMISE THE FUTURE?!
I hate this. I hate YOU. And I know I don't.
I hate shedding tears for you.
I hate you having power over me to make me feel this way.
I hate that I am so COWARDLY. And cannot even.. do what I feel like doing in fear.
But I'd rather be angry. I'd rather be angry
than surrender to the sorrow that greeted me earlier in our break-up.
I don't even know how to sign this,
Your Kariann You Blatantly Tossed Aside.