Thursday, October 9, 2008
There's this hatred inside my heart, hidden but undeniably there. It peaks every morning and lessens every night. Everytime I see those girls my thoughts cloud over, they fog up. I try to understand, but I don't know how. I don't know how to interpret the way I look at them with demeaning eyes. It was only weeks ago that I looked at them as my friends-how come something can change so easily overnight? What's weird about this is that I don't regret anything! It's been so long since I've been free to let out my feelings-I'm tired of bottling it up. Now that I've got people to pent it out on, I'm absolutely not regretting one bit of this. This is how mean people feel-satisfaction.
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