September 20, 2003
And Yet, As Brief As They Were

Oh not you too.

Now what did I do? Maybe this comes from me being an asshole to you for years. And all your pent up anger is finally being channeled somewhere. But it wasn't like you were my single victim - I used to leave handprints on people from where I hit them unnecessarily. I said you were all stupid idiots. I'm the self-proclaimed Best Person In The World.

But come on, you should be able to see through that. I always tell you how much I hate myself and how I only say those things out of insecurity. How can you think I actually mean any of that?

Now I can't take anything nice you say seriously. Because you're probably being sarcastic. And that just makes me feel like an idiot. And I feel so detached because if you've been pretending, who's to say no one else is? But maybe that's what I've done to you all these years. I just don't remember being cruel about it; I'm a jerk, no doubt, but did I ever bother you to the point that you went home and couldn't bring yourself to move? Because what if she really does hate me and I've been oblivious to it forever?

The tears were brief, but they were certainly spilled over you.

- Molly{11:45 pm}

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