Monday, September 29, 2008
Posted at 1:13 AM
Dear You,

For whatever it is you are doing, or trying to do to me, I hope you're happy.
Because I'm fucking hurting. :)
But what's that compared to your happiness, right?
Still, I love you. I have to love you. And I think I need to love you.
Because for some twisted reason that I can dig out from the deep, dark recesses of my heart, loving you makes me happy. I've become the better person by loving you. I love loving you.

xoxo,
Me.


Honestly, I don't know how and when You are going to stumble upon this. Or if You ever will. Still, this gives me some form of sick satisfaction and liberation. Oh dear... look what You have made me become. Tsk tsk.