Thursday, January 08, 2004
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Love's really a curse, isn't it?
I think, I THINK, I like someone. Of course, I'm not sure(because then that'd mean I'm committing and we can't have that now, can we?). For some strange reason, I feel that's the worst thing I can do. I can't like this girl. Why? Because I hate her with every shred of my existence, or I'm supposed to, at least. When I met her, I felt immediate and immeasurable contempt for her. I knew it was destiny that we hate each other. Why? Who knows? Maybe I thought I met her just for the purpose of knowing my antithesis, my archenemy. Maybe she will be my opponent in the war to end all wars, the war between heaven and hell(,who's on whose side I couldn't say). Equals matched up toe-to-toe to see who will be the better. Much like my soulmate would be my equal. More likely I'm the better in any case, of course. Or maybe we are equals matched up together to interlock perfectly. To cover each other exactly in all the bad and good spots. To strengthen the one-ply of my fragile mind with her support. This is a stupid way to describe it, I KNOW, but whatever. Of course, every girl I ever liked was a potential soulmate and they all had their marred spots. Not marred as in bad, but they strayed from "perfection" so they got the boot. Or more I got the boot for the better.....every God damned time. Well look, now I'm acting like a bitch again.
Love's really a curse, isn't it?
I think, I THINK, I like someone. Of course, I'm not sure(because then that'd mean I'm committing and we can't have that now, can we?). For some strange reason, I feel that's the worst thing I can do. I can't like this girl. Why? Because I hate her with every shred of my existence, or I'm supposed to, at least. When I met her, I felt immediate and immeasurable contempt for her. I knew it was destiny that we hate each other. Why? Who knows? Maybe I thought I met her just for the purpose of knowing my antithesis, my archenemy. Maybe she will be my opponent in the war to end all wars, the war between heaven and hell(,who's on whose side I couldn't say). Equals matched up toe-to-toe to see who will be the better. Much like my soulmate would be my equal. More likely I'm the better in any case, of course. Or maybe we are equals matched up together to interlock perfectly. To cover each other exactly in all the bad and good spots. To strengthen the one-ply of my fragile mind with her support. This is a stupid way to describe it, I KNOW, but whatever. Of course, every girl I ever liked was a potential soulmate and they all had their marred spots. Not marred as in bad, but they strayed from "perfection" so they got the boot. Or more I got the boot for the better.....every God damned time. Well look, now I'm acting like a bitch again.
// posted by Unknown @ 2:49 PM 
