With a few simple words you destroy me so completely. With just a look I'm more certain than ever that I don't exist. Never did. Never will. At least not in any way that would matter. You're correct in this judgement. The sudden clarity of it takes my breath away and the implications are staggering. All I'm left with is this desperate need to disappear. It isn't even the shame, the humiliation, the disappointment in your eyes. I'm beyond that I suppose.
It no longer matters how much you hate me. I'll always hate me more.
6:27 p.m. - 2004-03-15
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