To abominate:

I hate my posting so so so badly.
Sigh sigh sigh.
I've been sighing the entire day already.
Going down to Sp and Tp(most prolly) tomorrow.

Insanity

When will I ever be able to get you out of my head.
I hate to fall in love. I bet you'll have heard this before; It takes a second to fall in love but its takes forever to get out of love.
If you've never heard of this before, I will be the first to tell you this.
I hate to love. Hate to keep thinking of you.
I need a distraction, a distraction away from you.
Bokc. There is no word in the dictionary can describe you; maybe there is but I just don't know what it is.
Arghhh.. My anger just need to be vent out. Every time when we're close and I try to close the gap between us, you'll just walk out on me. Why? When I ask to know you more, you said that's not the way and you just won't tell me. You just won't put in any other effort. What is it that you want. There's nothing more that I can do. nothing... nothing... absolutely nothing...

Pass me a stick and a lighter right now, please.

I HATE YOU!

I seriously hate YOU. There's just this communication barrier between us. We just can't talk to each other nicely. Why can't you just understand that I've grown and ....

I can't take it anymore. She's literally killing me softly inside.

I guess I'm just going to take out the expired box of cigarettes and burn my throat.

FUCK. I just don't know what I'm suppose to do. Sit her down and talk to her? If that works I would have done it eons ago. God! Please, I beg of You to just get her to understand me! Let her fucking mind know that i'm fucking SEVENTEEN and I'm not a kid anymore. Not a kid that she can yell at at anytime she desires. Not a kid that would forgive and forget, with a candy. Not a kid that sleeps over matters, and everything goes fine the next day.

I AM JUST NOT A KID ANYMORE!

I don't want myself to grow to hate you.

I guess... my life is destined to be in this way

HATE is a strong word;but I really really don't like you

Love you/ hate you, it's still an obsession.
You showed me what's love. I believed in what you have showed me. I loved you. But you taught me to HATE you, and have taught me to HATE love. My ability to HATE love has taught me to love no more. I don't wish for you to be back, I don't wish for you to be guilty, but I wish for you to be happy. How silly can I get? hurhur