Love, hate, what’s the difference?
My logic went as follows: If someone hurts you then you automatically want revenge. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, you want revenge. I thought, if I hurt her enough she would want revenge. Therefore, I wouldn’t have to worry about never seeing her again. Because that is what I feared most. The fact that I was losing her.
What was this? Rejection? Was it really this tangible? All I could think about was that if I could be hurt like this then surely I could also cause it in others. This consoled me.
What’s a romance without anger, tears, and woe?
I see now that I was in pain and wanted others to feel it, too. This was my way of communicating.
They say you’re not punished for your sins, you’re punished by them.
Never let her know how much you love her or she'll kill you with it.
I think a lot of people want to be someone, but we are scared that if we try, we won't be as good as everyone imagines we could be.
The idea was to create a sort of lasagna of pain.
You can’t hurt a man with a pinprick when he’s already got a spear in his chest.
I’m whining in retrospect. At the time, I never whined. Not once. I was the picture of humility and gratitude.
I'm going to dismantle us tonight.