October 7, 2004

• I hate this. My physical life is good... but my mind is plagued with disturbing thoughts.

  
  

  I hate people who wastes my time.

  
  

  I hate having gone through the quintessence of teenage years with someone... only to be tossed aside when they reached a wider wing span.

  
  

  I hate having survived the most hardest of hard times with one person... only to have it decay because "emotions" got mixed in.

  
  

  I hate having a beautiful friendship blossoming in the coldest winter days... only to have it wither away on a warm summer night because they found a "better half".

  
  

  I hate having irrigated time, energy, loyalty, compassion and devotion to the last drop, nearly costing a precious friendship with another, only to have it returned with a "handle with care" stamp on the package.

  
  

  I hate how seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years passed by and not being able to snuff those people senseless when the mental pain they inflicted hurt so much more.

  
  

  I hate how it took two years to recover one loss. I don't have six years to wait and recover all those losses, nor do I think I really want to recover them.

  
  

  So please, unless you can build a time machine to ride seven hundred and thirty days back... don't love me, don't make me love you, and then don't hurt me... altogether,

  
  

  DON'T WASTE MY TIME.

  
  

  "It's better to have love and lost than to never have loved before"
  is horseshit. Because the pain of lost love can only rival up to nothing.

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