Friday, July 28, 2006

I...

"oh mother! they hate me so much,
the hatred's real! and now it's mine...
"
Henry Rollins, Divine Object Of Hatred


I don't want your hatred. I know it's not ME you hate. You just hate; because it's easier; because it's what you do best. And "all your hurt stucks on me and I keep it warm"

I just realized the true meaning of the words "Happiness...that controls you". We all are selfish little creatures. It's just that some are more, some are less.
Balance between light and dark.
I've spent too much time in the dark. Have I gone blind?

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