Will it be possible to love and hate at the same time? Two seemingly incongruous concepts thrust together, will there be a marriage, a perfect union/juxtaposition? (I hate everything about you, why do I love you) Succeed in taking umbrage, but fail in understanding why. To hate is to despise such that you'd want to exterminate. (You say he's a faggot, do you want to bash in his brain?) To love is to "endure whatever comes" (Corinthians) and to sacrifice a part of yourself. How can two totally opposing ideas be put together? But it happened.
Everytime the piercing, hurtful tone of your voice reverberates in the crevices of my mind, I crumble. I don't know if I can stand this any longer. I know I'm worth much much more than everything now, but yet I can't bring myself to be firm.
Emptiness can kill. And from what I gather, you're trying to kill me. I don't know if it's intentional. I hope not. But everything you're doing seems to contradict with what you promised. I still remember the words you said, the text you inked on paper. The silver you presented me with. I remember every little detail but I don't think you do.
Since it means nothing to you.
Vanessa Lim 2:30 p. m.
