“You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.”
– Julie de Lespinasse
oh god how she hates him, and she knows that he knows, and she’s glad that he does. and he’s there, he’s always there, in her dreams in her mind in her every fucking breath he’s there. she hates him with all her might, she wants him dead, she wants him away, oh how she wishes him to care.
yes she wishes him to care, but he doesn’t, and he won’t, and she hates him for that. for all he is. she hates him to death when she knows hate is only love wearing its carnival mask.
and she knows he knows that too.
(she wishes he could only care, though, so she wouldn’t hate him this much)
– June 1, 2009