Curate, connect, and discover
I hate you
I hate you so so so so much.
Your actions make my very skin crawl, your cruel words are my nightmares every night. You make me sick just thinking about you.
I hate what you did,
I hate what you did to them.
You hurt those four, you killed two of them and those you left alive will never be the same.
You took away their pillars of safety, and now they are scrambling for an anchor to ground themselves with.
I hate hate hate how you acted. You acted like you didn’t even care! You didn’t care about the lives you had ruined!
So I hate you. I hate you with either fiber of my being, every bone in my body, every part of me hates you.
But I don’t hate you, do I? I love you. I love you so much that it hurts. It hurts that I love you. I hate the fact I love you because I should hate you. Because my brain tells me that I should hate you but my heart screams and scrambles for an explanation, reason, excuse, anything to justify your actions. To justify loving you.
You hurt so many people for something so so childish and stupid! You killed two people. You mutilated his body just to mess with and hurt his friend so so so much when he saw his best friend missing a head.
And you did that just for some convulsed plot to kill your ‘rival’! You killed her right in front of him. You drove him to stab you! You practically tortured him just to get at her. All for the sake of your stupid delusions!
Loving you feels like a sin. A horrible horrible horrible action. You hurt so many people. So many people I see everyday and talk to and I feel so wrong because I love you and they don’t and I’m in the wrong for loving you still!
….i wish i could just hate you….
….Maybe I don’t love you for you.
Maybe I love the idea of you. The you I thought I knew. The you that you showed to me to keep me on your side. The you that was a mask, just like the one you always wore, hiding your disgusting truth underneath it.
I hate the True you. The true you you showed everyone except me until the end. The true you who would mutilate a corpse to mess with others. Cut off someone’s head and tongues and disembowel him and oh god I’m about to throw up just remembering it.
I love your mask, but hate the real you. The you under your mask. The you that is bloodied underneath.
I don’t know if we’re going to be
Foxes our next lives.
You have a lot of sin to pay for after all.
Maybe I’ll join you down there.
For the sin of loving someone so terrible.