Note: This is a hate post, and maybe some of the meanest things I'll ever say on this blog. Don't say I didn't warn you, and if you're looking for something happy, maybe read something of Hannah's. Happy Hannah. Mad Mallory. Are you seeing a theme, here? Also note that all of what I am about to say is very heat of the moment. I'm just feeling fired up and I'll probably cry about this later because I feel bad about it. Because that's what you do when you love people: you hate them.
It seems as though I've made a lot of promises in the past. Extensive, "forever" types of promises. Making such statements of assurance is very unlike me, but I guess I was feeling infinite.
Or maybe I was just hoping to feel infinite.
Either way, I destroyed yet another beautiful thing.
And the word "infinite" is beginning to make me cringe.
You did that to me.
You turned me against my own favorite word.
I'm sad, I suppose. Not because I've lost you.
But because I've lost a piece of me.
The piece of me that I gave to you.
But I suppose it's rightfully yours now. Do with it what you please.
But I'm mostly hoping you forget about it. Or that you lose it with the rest of your dignity.
My biggest concern right now is how much I stopped caring.
I'd still like to punch you, but I'm hoping I never get the chance.
Because that means I'd have to look at you.
And, frankly, I'm not sure if that's something I'd ever like to do again.
You can say every mean thing to every other person.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Because no one is as sad and pathetic
So why don't you just stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
Might as well, right?
I hope you have a miserable life.
And I really mean that.