'i wish i had the guts to hate you'.

i wanna stab you and tell you how horrid you are. i wanna rip your skin of you and tell you how disgustingly rude you are. i wanna rip your hair off your scalp and tell you how hurting your insensitive words are. i wanna cut your tongue lose and tell you how self-centre you've been.

there's so much i want to do, or so much a small part of my wants to do. but i don't have the guts to, and i won't. because the other whole, more stable, part of me wants to care and wants to wipe your tears from your eyes. and i guess, because the other more caring part of me takes up a larger percentage of my emotional capacity, it's harder for me to think evil thoughts about you.

ahh... screw you. you, gay lil' insensitive thing.