I hate.
decaffeinated Today I am ... maybe ... perhaps ... perhaps nostalgic sad ... I like to have that love again ... or maybe not. I do not want to suffer or turn to mourn, or to feel even a little bit of unhappiness. I want to see smiles where once saw unexpression. I want to see joy where once saw insecurities. I want to be me ... maybe he was right ... maybe I was not really as I showed the people .. . maybe he was afraid to be who I am and that people will not accept it ... maybe I was afraid of losing everything I had and stay with empty hands and broken heart. I lost everything even wanted to be like the others ... that I served all this? if I ended up in the same way. I hate injustice, hate being weak ... I hate not being able to do anything and see how I curl up alone ... and hold on to the memory of those beautiful spring evenings ... and mourn for the lost and won ... and always win the lost ... and you feel so lost ... is absurd. Love is foolish ... and try to be who really are not is even more absurd ... I'll have to make do ... accept the lived and fight to be happy ... a sadness does not come alone ... perhaps joy comes ... I hope I do not see sitting out ... a door to a better life ... maybe ... maybe I am was it .. or are we all ... but the truth is ... I am empty handed which was a world before. I hate love ... hate being weak, I hate mourn ... I hate ... yes hate me! I love me ... and yet I can not. It's amazing what you can get to sink a love that has you so ... and that would have given everything. It is incredible.
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