[I found this undated tidbit amongst some papers. It is undated but I believe it's from the time the Ex and his stupid (literally; I'm not just being petulant) girlfriend lived with me. I am, thankfully, not in this place any longer. I'm so happy now, due in no small amount to the Viking.]

I hate you for fucking me.

I hate that you’re not repulsed by me.  I hate that you think I’m sexy.  I hate you.  I hate that you find me interesting.  I hate that you like me.  I hate that you’re willing to fuck me.  I hate you.  I hate that you feel helpless.  I hate that you are so fucking stupid.  I hate that you have no ambition.  I hate that you’re so disgusting.

I hate you for trying to cheer me up.  I hate your voice.  I hate you.  I hate that you’re nice to me.  I hate that you find me charming.  I hate that you don’t call anymore.  I hate that you don’t give me a reason.  I hate.

I hate that you look like your mother.  I hate that you can’t be responsible.

I hate that this is life.  I hate that I can’t blame this on hormones.

I hate myself.

Tags: Diary, idiot, sexy?

Categories: Diary

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