I want to control it. I hate it. I hate how the world weighs on my shoulders and how every minute detail effects my life. I hate the photographs, the letters, the text messages that deceived me into believing in this substantial idea called "love". Love? What am I talking about. Maybe the word should be substituted for "consideration" or "honesty". I hate the impatience that I feel when things don't go EXACTLY HOW I WANT THEM TO. I hate the agitation more than anything...and the way it's affected my relationships with the ones I love. I can't let it go, and I still hurt. I hate burning those bridges and I hate how people just DON'T UNDERSTAND. I can't use it as my alibi...I can only hope and I can only try to control this god forsaken curse.
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